Insomnia

You lie like a lifeless body; unmoving, yet continuing to feel things around you. But within you? The air seems acrid as the darkness descends further. Night falls darker than ever. The world outside the window is all black just like the raven you know, that lives on the tree right outside. Is it calling out to you now? Can it see you unlike you knowing nothing of the hueless world outside?

Your bed is your world, your universe in which you are stuck. You want to move, but it pulls you back like you belong to it. It won't let you go, tightening its grip...tighter around you. You are nailed to the bed yet you do not bleed. There is no pain, but you have this eerie feeling of it sucking your life out of you...

The eyes are unseeing in the dark. You reminisce about your life and what it is going to be after that. There is a crack of lightning and the whole world seems to be captured on a Polaroid in a flash. Yet the image is unclear. You do not see yourself in there. The window glass vibrates and the clouds up above burst into tears. Little rivulets of water must have formed in the mud, slicing it to make way. 

You want to get up to see the dark world outside with a hope of a little ray of light. But the night is unforgiving and unrelenting. And its accomplice, the bed, won't let you move. You are stuck.

I am suffering from bouts of insomnia and its wreaking havoc on my life; personal and professional. This is how I feel...very pessimistic, I know.
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