She’s got night melodies, a symphony of beats,
Arrhythmic cadences, syncopated treats,
Her heart races on, with a tachycardic pace,
Atrial fibrillations, a nocturnal embrace.
Her breaths are shallow, with hypopnea in tow,
Obstructive slumber apnea, a silent foe,
Her dreams are vivid, with hallucinations galore,
Delirium tremens, a nightmare encore.
But she finds solace, in the arms of Morpheus,
With sedatives and hypnotics, to soothe and reduce,
The nocturnal arrhythmia, that plagues her at night,
And she wakes up each morning, to a brand new light.
© VishalDutia
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