The 5 senses of emotions

Insomnia

In the restless realm of insomnia, sleep eludes,
A nightmarish landscape where rest intrudes.
Taste it? Like bitterness lingering on the tongue,
A bitter reminder of dreams left unsung.

It sounds like the ticking of the clock,
Each second passing, like a mocking knock.
The silence of the night, too loud to ignore,
A symphony of sleeplessness, a relentless roar.

And what does it look like, this endless night?
Eyes wide open, refusing the sight.
A gaze that's haunted by shadows deep,
As insomnia prowls, refusing to sleep.

The scent of it lingers, heavy in the air,
Like the scent of restlessness, too much to bear.
A scent that taunts, teasing the senses,
A reminder of the sleep that's defenses.

Feel it? Like a weight pressing on the chest,
A restless energy, refusing to rest.
A racing heartbeat, pounding in the ears,
As insomnia consumes, drowning in fears.

And in the end, insomnia is a relentless foe,
A shadow that follows, wherever we go.
A thief in the night, stealing our peace,
Leaving minds weary, searching for release.