Stuff is Messed up....

11:00

As I lay down ready to sleep
I hear him enter my room
and I feel a sense of impending
doom.
I don't want him here, he
always bring me fear.
I feel him sit on the edge of my
bed
Here comes the dread.
I know He won't leave until
he's had his fill
like most other nights he stays
for hours on end.
Occasionally he brings his friends,
fear, sorrow,anger,hate, guilt all of
whom are big, almost as
big as he is, but one is
small and kinder than
the others, it's inspiration.
tonight he's on my bed
he looks at me & wants my
He wants me in his grasp.
he wants me to suffer.
I can't do anything,
I am as helpless as a mouse.
12 o'clock, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock,
3 o'clock finally after many
tears, and pain stricken
hours he gets up off my bed,
look at me and smiles.
all he can say is "I hope
you enjoyed this as much as
I did" He leaves. I know he will
be back again tomorrow, and
the night after, and after, and so on
and so on, but I still love him,
& I think "Can't say I did, but
It was on hell of a night, insomnia

good night, Insomnia, thanx"