A Case of Insomnia

There is an hour of the night when

Dogs are four-legged demons and

The doorknob is a gargoyle's eye and

The moonshine stains the walls

With the things that I want to forget.

It is at this time of night when

My pillow is downed with bricks

My blanket suffocates me like a snake and

I lie there in a soup of my own sweat.

My tears become so heavy that

They clog my throat instead of my eye

As midnight turns to three o'clock

I squirm like a night-light child because

I'm scared of the monsters under my bed.

I've met real monsters before, I have

I've seen them, they've touched me, they have

Although I don't remember their faces

I know that they had claws and harsh voices and

They had no restraints at all.

There is an hour of the night when

I press my left thumb to my right palm and

I pretend that you're holding my hand and

The monsters blend in with the moonlight

But I’m still so…

I'm so very scared of the night.

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