The Eye Of The Storm

Shouts, cries & random meltdowns

Double trouble frequently abounds

Peace prevails while all are sleeping

In the wee hours when my time I am keeping.

Drinking milk until the cows come home

Like a fattening calf I absorb it to the bone

Dim the lights & dive between the covers

No shuteye for me as my mind gently hovers.

Overstimulated & anticipating wrath

Over one night’s sleep that did not come to pass

It’s dire straits to break free from routine

This damn psychiatry is not my scene!

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