***You told me once

You told me once, That starlessness cures insomnia. Well, I blinded all the stars But stayed awake. Perhaps it was the punishment For my impudence, And a mere indulgence, That I was saved from death. If so, then I should appreciate it,

Perhaps I could not I continued to seek feverishly All the possible ways to switch off my mind And plunge into darkness. I had no more stars To distract my painful attention - Yet I had them in my memory.

And I started counting them, The poor victims of my selfishness. There were millions of them, Sparkling accusingly and being So better than me in their innocence.

Why have you ever told me That starlessness cures insomnia?

By Sara Margaryan

you waste yourself on words and become a long sentence for the deaf a crooked reproach for the blind an absolute nonsense for the insane