Confessions of a Professional Insomniac

I sit alone in a little room all night Allowed to do nothing to amuse myself no tv no computer no stereo just a newspaper, if that I've read that damn newspaper over and over again every day it's the same fucking news some guy dies another guy was killed Someone comes to my window Unit 53? Oh, you are on the list, go right in not like I give a fuck if you are supposed to be here or not all I care about is going home and climbing into bed sleep would be so nice right now but I can't I have to stay awake if I don't I can't come back tomorrow my limbs feel like lead yet I feel like they are feathers no feeling in them but my entire body tingles oh, man am I bored I hate this feeling I drink my coffee it is stale and cold but it gives me my much needed boost I am able to stay awake another five minutes I need something to do the crossword's complete so is the word jumble and the wordsearch fucken newspaper 3 am great, only another... aw hell still another 5 hours until I can go home I can't stay awake any longer I succumb to the blackness of a dreamless sleep I wake up with a start 3:30 am a half hour.. not bad now maybe I will make it to 8 damnit I wish someone would try to break into one of these god forsaken units give me something to do I spend five minutes yelling incoherently at the top of my lungs when i feel myself slipping again nobody hears even if they did they wouldn't care nobody cares I'm just the lowly fucking security guard they give us a cheap box of chocolates or tin of nuts on Christmas, to share maybe a card 195 units one Professional Insomniac nothing to do Call me crazy if you wish, but God, I love this jobYes, I used to be a security guard. This poem is about how I felt every night sitting at this one site, guarding condo-style townhouses. No, I didn't get any respect, nor did any of the other guards. Nobody considers us. and yes, we do have feelings. If you liked this poem, and have a security guard in your place of residence or business, let him know, one way or another, that you appreciate him or her, and the work that they do. Buy them a coffee... They WILL appreciate it. It is ALWAYS difficult. Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 08:54 AM PST   0 • 10