Insomnia, Like Water Drip Torture

It is of this innate malady of a right or wrong state of concienscious mind to which, its affiction does not choose It is the passage of time that hangs on the wall as if for the innocent man who is waiting for his corresponding noose... Insomnia is yesterday that melds into our morning’s way It hangs on our hearts by the minute like hours Only to leave each and every second spent ticking in meaningless shades of gray Nothing is clear Yet, it is crystal Belonged is god's given insight of night and day Insomnia is a world without seams A world without color To not dream of past dreamt dreams is to live without these divine means It is only to wake from sleep, that memories abound with the sunny morning’s bring That life retains worth, and only unfurls, ...when we hear Harper Lee’s Mocking bird sing