Insomniac

In the dead silence of night,
Where the Moon,
Strickened with a deadly pining for the Sun
Moved into the clouds and out of sight;
Where the stars,
Filled with remorse over this Moon-less blight
knew they'll never be able to shine just as bright;
Where an insomniac,
Jaded by his sleepless plight
mourned the passing of daylight;
I obliterated the boundary between wrong and right.
For whither was I headed for,
If not the vast runway from which I'll take flight?

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Haven't composed in eons. It's the prelims, it simply siphons off all inspiration!
This was written (typed into my phone and saved actually, 'cos I was just too lazy to reach for pen and paper) in the dead of the night, yes, but refined in the morning haha. See what sleeplessness does to you... funny thoughts run amok, so you've gotta let it all out. =P

Anyway this poetry website was featured in the papers some weeks back.
What really caught my eye were the poems here. Young, local aspiring poets, no less. Splendid works they are!

Mine are very much put to shame, but oh well.
Happy reading. =)