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.