Sweet insomnia

3am cam to call again
he was just as rude
as he aways has been.

he pushed me, shover me
off my bed,
yet never leaveing a word
unsaid.

he forces me into the
dark seattle night,
fists pounding in my head
with all their might.

now he has gone and
4am arives
much more come
and never deprives.

she brings the beginig of a gif.
sorrow fills my heart
knowing that was a heavey load
to lift.

a smudged morning sky
he sun rising high
insomnia struck again.