Oh its you again, why you startled me…
awake. What’s that, you have to speak up.
I hear you now, my painkillers are
wearing off. I’m up, I’m up, I swear.
What is it this time? You woke
me up from a dead sleep to tell me
what? This couldn’t have waited for
a better time? Perhaps three hours
later or at least let me make it to my
alarm. You creep in the shadows of my
dreams and when you feel you’ve been
ignored, you start again. You needy,
jealous little thing, I fed you a corona,
painkillers and muscle relaxers but your
just not satisfied. So your waking me up
at 4 am for what, to remind me that your
still here, well I never forgot. I couldn’t
forget and in delirium I sit half awake and
feeling your jealousy. The ache of it
haunts my nights and keeps coming back
for more. When will you be satisfied? No
reply, great! Lets act like grownups here. You
are the familiar boogeyman and I’m
always here for more torment,
we’re all scared but wait,
oh we’re not. You need a
new party line my friend.
I’m just going to leave
you to sulk and throb
some, rob me of sleep
yet again and I’ll give
you what for.
Photos by M. Willcox
Day 23 – Pain and Sleep – NaPoWriMo 2015 with Magaly Guerrero
The pain of not sleeping due to pain causes much
internal dialogue and wishing you could turn the tables on pain
so you can sleep. Pain equals sleeplessness equals pain.
The image is of a barbie rigged inside an old birdcage, it was an all
day affair since I had to rig her up and take photos and edit them.