#WritcoPoemPrompt112
With everything that life has to offer,
There's so much to be enjoyed,
But the pleasures of sleeplessness I suffer,
Is the one I cannot avoid.
Echoes of Anxiety,
Befall my very soul.
Ravaging thoughts of uncertainties ,
Have finally taken their toll.

Lost in a world of insomnia,
I live without dreams.
Struggling to be the best I can,
whilst living without the means.
© The Riddler