In the Night
Tired But I know that sleep Is not too close She sits In the next room With the keys Firmly clenched Between her teeth. She's not for me I've never enjoyed Seeking her company We've never been good friends She simply dominates me When she wishes, And surprises me When I don't want her around. A punishment for avoidance And disobediance. She comes and goes And rarely quietly. Usually she leaves An unwelcome present A sickness Or an ache Or she swells up my face If I dare to Feel refreshed She knows that I write best At 5am So she denies me that time Unless I win her over Fight the battle Keep her at bay. Why is she female? Does gender matter? A man could not be So intuitive into my needs And cruel enough to neglect them. She's not all women She's the one In a million Who wants more that she controls. She's not content with her Few hours She wants a third of my life And more. This is only the case To the brain she has Addled Coddled And starved of many things She races my heart As my stomach dreams Of expulsion That it will never Be allowed to achieve.This is how it came out but is it too long and is it too conversational? Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 01:00 AM PST, Louise Bell 18 • 0 • 10
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Tired..."