Insomnia

Insomnia is the slow torture of the soul

The prison of dreams

A garden of yellow anguishes

The waiting for never

A bird

Flying

searching for the horizon

A raft in the desert

Waiting for the next rain

The insomniac’s hunger has no name

And when one does not insits that it exists,

when one desists,

It finally goes away

Only with the dawn of the day