Shut This Stupid Door Up
Everyone is asleep
But I'm conscious
Insomnia
I've got it bad
And the door
It doens't help
Every time the air turns on
It begins to batter
Smash smash back and foward
Slightly hitting the frame
Slightly moving on the hinges
Slighty smacking
Slightly resounding throughout room
Slightly repeating over and over
Slightly noisy
Slightly upsetting
Slight insomnia
Slight addiction to Nyquil
Slight future liver problems
And I just realized
I can crack it open and it will stop.
This poem is about:
Me