Colossal weight of decisions made,
penetrate my day to day.
Actions seeking the right words to speak,
congregate beneath my sheets.
I toss and turn at night.
Sleep is a bitch,
that wakes me up to argue at night.
Satisfied with the notion that I suffer when the skies light.
She’s angry with me.
So this is how she punishes me.
4:00am and she’s arguing with me.
“How could you sleep at a time like this?”
She’s being ironic.
Her sense of humour,
I’m a lot funnier,
just ask anyone who thinks they know me.
I toss and turn at night