Poem: Mischievous thing
I lay and toss, but sleep wouldn’t come.
Toss and toss for a long while,
but I wait… until…
I begin to sense it
By sensing less and less,
I’m yet to snore but I sense nothing more or less,
Except – this buzz, this persistent noise -
this mischievous thing that wouldn’t let me sleep.
I fear to open my eyes
I fear to move a muscle
I try to ignore the intrusion
My sleep now costs dearly,
More still, it’s elusive.
Damn! this mischievous thing that wouldn’t let me sleep.
It tickles my ear,
Circles my cheek
And perches on my nose – oh! it’s tingly
My eyes inexorably flicks open;
My mind intolerably awakens
To this insistent disturbance
Which I try to stop
With a slap from my palm…
Alas! but for a bang on my head
I lose all: both my much sought sleep
and this mischievous thing that wouldn’t let me sleep.
© 2000, Tee Akindele
Reader Comments
hehehe lol. Mosquito? Teeee!
It makes me laugh too Roy