Many a word has inspired me to write,
The beginning hardly matters, if I do not go on till the very end;
Hiccups, insomnia and this irresistible urge to scribble is what I try to fight,
Always delaying my search for a remedy, a remedy that will mend.
What I've become becomes clearer every minute,
I can hear the clock tick, ticking twice every second;
Soon the sun would come up up and my eyes shut,
Yes I do have sleep issues, just as you might have reckoned.
Soon I'd be up to start a new day,
Hoping to start afresh with a redeemed spirit;
I need to look within to find the right way,
I am as low as I have ever been and it has become a necessity to repel the next hit.