The Room (Insomnia)

The room is not cold, nor warm, nor hot.
It is tiny, but not crowded with stuff.
Dripping from the faucet, the waters not thick;
The noise - the noise is a trick.

Eyes are shut, but the mind is awake,
Smoke clouds the senses.
And pain sears from the lenses.

No sleep is had, and thoughts are not flowing.
Where the journey will take him after,
There is no way of knowing.