In the stillness of the night, the restless mind wanders, Between shadows and sighs, insomnia reigns supreme. The hands of the clock dance in a slow rhythm, While the silence echoes a lament. On the walls of the room, thoughts echo, Echoes of worries, fears that intertwine. The stars in the sky watch the agony, While insomnia weaves its dark web. The eyes are heavy, but the mind struggles, Between interrupted dreams and abstract reality. Sighs are whispers in the sleeping night, While insomnia persists, cruel and excessive. In the ballet of lost dreams, the soul gets lost, Among memories and desires that the mind flaunts. And so, in the deep night, insomnia reigns, Like a relentless, eternal and gloomy shadow.