Mutterings

I was heartbroken.

They said I'm overreacting.

Just not sleeping late 

for one day or other

is not technically insomnia, they say.

Meaningless dreams,

suffocation which almost kills me,

sudden jerks of nightmares,

dry eyes which forgot to wink,

drowsiness which hunts down daytime...

Some days I sleep a lot.

They scoff me off

for bombarding body rhythm.

Doesn't matter how long I sleep

I always end up sleep deprived,

tired in every manner possible.

They say think of anything good.

I have much blessings, yes there are.

They say I have anxieties.

Reality is that I never think.

It is nothing, no thought at all!

Sometimes yearning for good sleep

pops up, tries best and fade away.

And now they're attacking my words.

Only solace I have!

How can I explain

when no one cares to know? 

I don't need you to assume things.

If you have ears for me hear.

If you don't, just ignore.

I need my mutterings to live.