[x]Insomia[x]

[iKero-chu™]

Another sleepless night spent thinking of you,
each feeling, each emotion, failing to subdue.
Would you consider me weak if I told you I still couldn't move on?
Would you still not care, and push me away and tell me that anything you had for me is gone?
Perhaps I am weak, maybe I should just kick you out of my life.
But as much as they all will it, I can't, all in strife.
The memories still replay and the image of your face still burns into my mind.
Your smile, your voice, your touch; it just won't stay behind.
The worst part of it all is not being able to help you when your in pain,
because I know you'll resist my out reached hand in vain.
So here I am agian, like I have been many days before.
Reminiscing, Crying, wishing for this pain to be no more.
By the time I finally close my eyes and fall asleep,
the image of your smiling face still remains oh so deep.

[Gáire]

  Thumbs up! I really like the reality of the poem... How anyone can connect to it, but you can still feel what you're saying...

[iKero-chu™]

  Thumbs up! I really like the reality of the poem... How anyone can connect to it, but you can still feel what you're saying...

Thanks

[flames]

Powerful, I like the usage of Insomnia to put across the message. Very good work.

[Armalite_]

Awesome poem, dude! *thumbs up*