205 - Lain in my bed, too scared to go to sleep

Lain in my bed, too scared to go to sleep,
I hear the man upstairs stomp carelessly,
And downstairs windows slammed shut by that creep;
I stare into my eyelids, mentally
Disturbed by what has got a hold of me.
My blood’s a rolling torrent, and my heart,
Asmoulder, pumps at full capacity.
It’s not some old disease on doctor’s chart,
Or worries about life and death and art,
But nonetheless it rears up in a heap
Of piercing female voices, crying ‘See!’
And, next day, here’s the match about to start.
The bets are laid; they follow, dumb as sheep,
Through greedy gates, to hollow misery.
Wed 28 Mar 2007