Another Bad Night

for people who can`t sleep

A black hood has been forced over my head,

a thousand unborn children sing in my garden.

I do not have an off switch.

Voices rough with tobacco are planning my demise,

they lurk full of malice before my house,

a distant television frees waves of laughter.

The darkness starts from the ground and reaches

to the top of the sky, I wan`t to tear out the stars but

they are too hot, like lightbulbs.

My stolen sleep has been packed, like a dummy,

into an old suitcase, it rests ignored on a lighted pavement,

next to the  brumming diesel of a standing bus.  

Reviews

[Suditi]

Each stanza, every single stanza took my breath away.
Your choice of words, your way of putting across the idea, is superb.
A powerful write.

[Amila Jay]

Yep .. I've had sleepless nights .. it was pretty rough every time I tried to close my eyes and sleep.. You have captured the essence of it very well. Excellent write :))

[FJ Davis]

Ah, thou knowest the misery!
Still, your rather wry, somewhat exaggerated complaints did make me smile.
A very entertaining piece of work, Leslie--exceedingly well done!

[Distant horizons]

So wonderfully captured how such things intensify in the mind of one who only wishes for rest. Excellent.