The Monster

Awake.
Drifting along,
Waiting for sleep to capture my soul,
It seems as though the sandman has skipped me over.
The clock mocks me,
With it’s quiet,
Tick
Tock
Tick
The fan,
Meant to encourage sleep,
Becomes a whirring irritant.
Insomnia.
Save for an overdose of painkillers,
Mixed with some allergy meds,
Nothing brings the sweet respite
Of dreams ne’er meant to be remembered,
In this torture of insomnia.
It ravages my brain and body.
Eat to get energy,
Spend that energy,
Sleep to get energy…
Not in this bed,
Not in this body,
Not in this mind…
Laying still in the attempt to sleep,
To sooth the monster within that seems to want to tap dance,
To play games,
To think about things gone by that torture my mine in a haze
Of swirling colors, noises, smells, sights, remembrances,
To consume my very soul by keeping me awake.
Sleep deprivation,
Ages old torture method.
Thank god for the sweet respite offered by my only defense,
These pills,
Against the monster.
Insomnia.