Possessive

This is another poem I wrote a while ago, but my recent inability to sleep has brought it back to the forefront of my mind.  Enjoy.



A Bit on the Possessive Side
 These days Insomnia
has become my swirling
intoxicating lady-friend

She’s a bit on the possessive side
and insists on spending every night
after dragging me out
to parties with Idle Thoughts,
her old friend from school

We sit and watch TV
but I can’t hear a damn thing
with her constant prattle –
“Rye bread mold causes insanity?”
“That Brazilian girl was cute.”
“I’d love to visit Easter Island!”

She’s quite addictive
but I need to find a way
to let her down gently.