There used to be a time
when I would hear people muttering,
"I have trouble sleeping."
"How pathetic," I used to think.
"How can you not sleep?
It’s sleeping.
You close your eyes,
you drift,
you rest.
I’ll never have this problem in my life."
And yet,
here I lay.
Restless.
Sleepless.
Insomniac.
What troubles me, I do not know.
It is this life that ails me,
I should have known.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 10:25 PM UTC
There used to be a time
when I would hear people muttering,
"I have trouble sleeping."
"How pathetic," I used to think.
"How can you not sleep?
It’s sleeping.
You close your eyes,
you drift,
you rest.
I’ll never have this problem in my life."
And yet,
here I lay.
Restless.
Sleepless.
Insomniac.
What troubles me, I do not know.
It is this life that ails me,
I should have known.
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