Thursday, 30 April 2015


With a stuffy nose, 
And so many thoughts
That no one knows 
How is one meant to sleep?

Awake with me are God, 
Truck drivers and whores
While everybody snores
Lost in their dreams so deep

I wish I could hit pause
On life and it's blows
On time, as it goes
Time I still fail to keep

For as the thickness of night grows
We all know what follows 
A promised daylight that's supposed
To end the nights that weep

That day draws near, dawn feels so close
Insomnia, this is the worst time you chose
To visit me, trap me behind the doors
So leave, do not call or speak after the beep
By Naomi Lialabi (Zambia)

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