Ding
Literally feather weight
Though given me bad dream,
Anxiety... Malaria
Insanity to team...
He hunts to suck my blood
Keeps me up all night,
Feel like I’m at war
With a thing now out of sight.
He hasn’t any infantry and
Always flies alone,
Buzzing in my ear
With a mini-microphone.
Silence comes- turn off the light
Climb back into bed,
It attacks me with velocity and
Viciously my head.
Now lights are on again he’s gone
Wish the wall he’s plastered,
The very thing I’d love to ding
That little evil bastard !
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2021
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