Just Before I Hit the Sack

Dear people,

I was fiddling with words and came up with this.

Just Before I Hit the Sack

Oh yes, it’s back,
Just before I hit the sack.
An irregular habit, courtesy it lacks.
A sloping deep sleep; it diverts then highjacks.
Throwing an uninvited fiesta inside my head,
Subconscious alarm bells; throbbing fears I dread.
In the witch’s hour it stealthly creeps,
No car horns heard; just snorning as the world sleeps.
Belting it’s weight around like an overweight bully,
Whispering fears that scream out fully.
Teas and fans and calm music do nowt,
While demons do their damage with the berating they shout.
Please, let peace in lonely breezes cool your cruel powers,
To dream of lambs discussing peace and politicians eating flowers,
Let the same demons attack evil minds without a conscious,
Let me sleep, my mind, and let it be constant.



About Nicholas Rogers

I am an English journalist/copywriter living in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, and I have been here since 2011. I originally came to work with Casa Alianza, which supports street kids and vulnerable youths. I then stayed on, after meeting Pamela Cruz Lozano, who calls me her adopted Catracho. I work freelance journalism and I have my own translation business. Why did I come here? For the challenge, to open my mind and get out of my comfort zone. I love literature and I've written a book with street kids. I write novels, short stories and poetry, all of which you will find on this blog, as well as a lot of information about Honduras. View all posts by Nicholas Rogers

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