The Insomniac City

The Insomniac City 

 

Sleepless nights, calm mornings

At night it’s all sad, but

The morning felt like new hope.

These days, I’m awake all night

Not because there ain't chaos or noise anymore

But silence, which is dreadful

It’s like someone stole my voice.

The clouds making my night darker, but

I know there is the moon up in the sky,

Pouring its moonlight, to overcome the dark.

Seeing those empty roads,

Bring back, my memories

How there used to be buzz everywhere,

 the sound of vehicles honking, and

How can I not forget, the melody voice

Of my dear humans.

Hope is a good thing, they say

So I wake up to it

The voice of birds chirping

Trees swaying and dancing

And the sky, which never fails

To impress me, by its shades

It’s like nature is healing slowly.

We all get hurt sometimes, and

We all need healing from those damages

One day or the other.

Today though I’m infected, but

I know everything will be back to normal, soon

And I will again be the same,

Like my second name, busy.

Yours truly, CITY.