yet again

insomnia has kicked in
yet again
and you question yourself
if its all worth the while, your precious time, this limited space
yet again
you begin to wonder
yet again
if life is all its cracked-up to be
if your mind is in fact not playing tricks, its not a magician you've discovered
it's just plain crazy
all has gone wrong
and you cry
yet again
not having any reason not too
or so you wish, choose to believe
and you let out a long loud sigh
yet again
in hopes that its loud enough to snap you out of this
it might be long enough to drive you insane
and then you'll be tired
of all the angst and the disappointments
and the wondering and the fears
you pray
yet again
for the upteenth time
you pray
and later realise you have dishonoured yourself
when you questioned your intentions
when you simply devoured your doubts
when you hastily forgot your religion
you hold on
yet again
to the hold you have
in god
in miracles
in faith
your faith
you hold strong
then you feel calm and at peace and released of all the bad chi
and you smile to yourself
you look silly you think
you feel dumb you know
for having the soul-breakdown
and allowing your mind to follow suit
and encouraging your body be used
yet again
you feel slumber kicking in
at last
you think
you sense the sky reaching its own morn
but you lay down
you shut everything out
and there is a familiar darkness all around you
its quiet and still
outside on the streets
and inside within you
it is over
and you wait for another eruption
in between your wake
but not now
not now
then you drift off
leaving the thoughts bubbling
till its ready
for another audience
yet again