Unheard Words

Insomia

It was supposed to be a silent night

But the dogs started rapping with their powerful barks.

Eventually, a growl was added as a melody

Few seconds, slow footsteps can be heard outside

With the harmony they are making,

It was the only thing that was on the beat.

I wished to just fall into a nightmare

But I just get trapped in this horizon,

and to a repeating song with no melody.

I guessed, this is what it felt to have a bad case of insomia.