Dire

Awake

Troubled by the breath of the slumbered around me

At a warthog’s decibel, disharmonious and wild.

Jealously furious

At how they revel that which has evaded me

The tranquil of midnight

Only second to the placid slumber

Both of which I long for

Is that too much to ask?

For a man not long for this world

Insightful of the parasite he bears

Eating him up from the inside

Aperiodic aching pain in the back

Unbearable spasmodic stings in the butthole

And a heart that aches from a thinning nay

A suffocating wakefulness & a deafening snore robs me of solace

My nightly dose of morphine

✍🏾 WeirdmaskmanNG

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Soboyejo Idris says:

    Pun at a beautiful level. Awesome

    Liked by 1 person

    1. A million thanks for the read boss. πŸ€œπŸ½πŸ€›πŸΎ

      Like

  2. Ibrahim Aliyu says:

    As always sir, amazing!!

    Liked by 1 person

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