Too Many Late Nights

What Happens to me when i am up too late too many nights in a row.

Too Many Late Nights

 

By Matthew S. Van Hove

 

I see things.

The carpet is breathing I swear it is.

I can watch the brown color rise and fall as if a lung expands from below.

 

I can hear noises,

Soft clicks of the clock sounding like cannons Booming!

Making it ring in my ears so I can't sleep.

 

I feel things,

Crawling on my skin that aren't there.

Ants, spiders, all kinds of bugs crawling over my flesh driving me insane.

 

I can smell things,

Fresh water from the sprinkler set to go off at 3 a.m.

adding frost to the grass on my lawn so i crunch through it.

 

I can taste things,

Saliva mixed with sleep. I can taste the O-zone in the air,

Causing my nose to dry out and making it harder to breath.

 

Everything,

I see things that make me want to close my yes and pray for sleep.

Too many nights I spend awake wishing to see that infernal sandman.

He never comes for me, even when I am so tired my eyes blur and my head throbs.

No he plays a practical joke on me and comes during the day.

Knocking me out to an eternal slumber that i cannot hear anything.

I lay down every night and wish for my lids to grow heavy,

Yet I am denied each time.

 

My vices for alertness all set aside.

Movies, Computer, Books, Television.

I set them all aside in hopes that my brain will shut off.

Then the inevitable happens!

I get a thought, a singular thought that clouds my mind and fills it with never ending ideas.

My newest chapter,

Another short story... no I have too many already.

A new book!

My wife is snoring too loudly....

Did Zander make a noise?

Did i leave the dryer on?

I have to work tomorrow... damnit!

 

What else can i do but close my eyes,

cover my head,

and force silence?

 

What can i do but pray for sleep

to get away

From too many late nights.

Reviews

[LeeLee Ryder]

The senses are alive in this poem .... Carpet breathing, Clock cannons going off,
spell the eater sprinklers, skin crawling, infernal sandman, Wife snoring...

Mega section:: I relate strongly******
"Movies, Computer, Books, Television.
I set them all aside in hopes that my brain will shut off."
Then the inevitable happens!
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"Another short story... no I have too many already.
A new book!
My wife is snoring too loudly....
Did Zander make a noise?
Did i leave the dryer on?
I have to work tomorrow... damnit!"