The nostalgic insomniac


The perfect imperfections of the dawn
The sound of a cricket thereupon 
He sat on a window sill waiting for it to rain 
He rained later on how his efforts were in vain
Breathing heavily with the wind in his hair 
Faintly aloof from the worlds chaotic affair
Wandering through the stars in search of light
Wondering at its beauty and trying to reignite 

Dead inside. Robotic routine. Blinded by the sight.
He was a nostalgic insomniac 

Trying to recreate memories of what was lost 
He lost himself to the darkness but at what cost?
Twinkling stars in the moonlit sky reminded him of rhymes
That he had learnt when he wasn't old enough to commit crimes
But as he grew older he committed a socially accepted  sin 
Stole someones heart but later shadowed away in the dim.
Burning inside. Chaotic thoughts. Blinded by the inner voice. 
He was a nostalgic insomniac.
He forgot his morals along the way 
Trying to be brave, kept his demonic thoughts at bay. 
We all have our own demons to fight with 
But some of us settle on an agreement for a bit 
He tried running away from it all 
For all he knew his demons shadowed on every wall
Cried for peace . Burned himself down. Stopped. 
The nostalgic insomniac finally got what he craved for.
The sleep of peace with a piece of moonlit sky to dream of. 
The nostalgic insomniac died and gave rise to a new life as the thought of a new beginning dawned on him along with the sun the next morning. 


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