Another disturbance in the force,
and my sleep is disruptured,
you are moaning and groaning,
come back to bed…
but i need a few moments to linger,
i will in fact, go back to bed soon.
It’s both my penance and doom, to struggle
in fits of disturbed sleep.
My medicine helps a whole lot,
but in the end, I am only frail and human.
I wake up to use the restroom, sometimes, i wake up from a nightmare, or
I wake up due to my annoying smokers hack…
you must hate that.
you dislike my smoking altogether,
and get nervous, when I stay up late.
Or wake up and do not hurry back to sleep.
is a bitch-
upon my back.
and you always over-react,
but we both know even with my meds,
there is no complete and utter cure,
for that which ails me most.
when insanity is calling, i try to just never pick up the
But it’s always awfully tempting…
because I am somewhat of a night owl,
and so are you.