Travails of a Non-Insomniac
TRAVAILS OF A NON-INSOMNIAC
Everything around was going peacefully and fine
until a new family occupied the flat above mine.
The cacophony at the day time is rather tolerable,
but the noise that rattled the night is unbearable.
When it’s time for me to sleep every single night
their nocturnal activities begin, imagine my plight.
Tables and chairs make unending creaking crawl,
heavy footsteps on floor, the ceiling seems to fall.
The broken sleep tortured takes a fatigued flight
leaving me anguished ranting on pillow whole night.
Repeated requests haven’t yet yielded any result,
being insomniac, I’m falsely told, isn’t theirs, my fault.
After nightly torment I’m in so much of mental strain,
it’s a matter of time when sleep starved I’ll go insane.
I don’t know what I should do now, I have no clue,
would anybody care to advise me if I should sue.
December 26, 2018
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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