Tick ! Tick ! Tick !
My self time oozes out
It is yet another day of bustle
The hours pile up like babel reaching for its tower
Another 24 of war
Where too many in their twenties fall
Sometimes I wish I could sleep like normal people
Letting my chest and fall with big loud “hmmmm” of snores
Without thinking of this eternal war in this ephemeral world
Some other times, I savour the loud solitude of the night
Except for the undeding chirpings outside my window panes
My doctor calls it “insomnia” but by God that word is complex!
The word comes ready made like the name of one of those drugs pharmacists pride in
I can even almost hear doc say to me :
“one tablet of insomnia per day will keep you for at least 6months”
I like the way he says it in my head like he doesn’t mean to but still must say it
I guess it is part of an aoth he swore to earn himself “doctor of psychology”
He still remains a shrink though – just in my head
Otherwise he is just like me, a bag of meat and bones striving to be free in a liberal world
Running away from pills like insomnia yet making that circle that boom!
Leads right back to it again.
Ifeanyichukwu-Igbo Awele Onwuatuelo