Awful Nights Rest

The house creaks and groans, louder than usual.
The dog snores, sleepy whimpers,
Claws catching the dresser with another twitch.

Symphonies of explosions ring through my head,

loud conversations, memories, ideals.

My own vocal cords betraying me more than once.

Next door putting on their own Royal Rumble,

cutting angry promos at 2 in the morning.

Tier screeching, alley cats fighting. The neighbourhood seems alive.

My brain conjuring, refusing to settle,

Visions of shadows dancing across the wall.

The man is back. Watching from the doorway.

I can now relate to the Empty.

Lying here in the darkness,
Only will it come when I’m truly happy.

I to just want sleep.