She never was an early riser.

Occasionally **_plagued_**,

and **_weighed_****_ down_**,

by the **_darkness_** lurking inside her.

An early morning alarm pounded in her head,

she woke feeling nothing but **_dread_**,

while it rang violently in her ears.

**_Insomnia_** had paid her a visit again…

Her mind kept awake through the night

by her **_tears_**, and worst kinds of **_fears_**.

Here it was **_again_**…

A _familiar _**_darkness_** that was** **_all-_**_consuming_**,

began to **_pollute_** her mind with the _ailing_

thoughts that were _unrelentingly_ **_intruding_**.

The feeling of **_déjà vu_** didn’t surprise her,

because those times when she was _wild_,

and frequently _smiled_,

she was still **_none the wiser_**.