Insomnia

Right now, looking in his eyes I see this

Untold smile he hides behind tired eyes, he rarely speaks because his heart grows weak,

Now looking at him from across the room, he seems burdened by fiction.

Night after night he doesn’t sleep because there’s a nagging feeling in him,

Once he had dreams that were like fairy-tales with attainable endings,

While he sits in this coffee shop, the fairy-tales only give him tired eyes.

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