S.M.I. Rantings

(A rant I went on last night after having woken due to my Sleep Maintenance Insomnia)

I had always been your savior and protector.
I stepped down from the position in acquisition
to being my own savior and protector and placing my faith in my own cautious yet oh so caustic righteous divine being.

Woe is me, the wounds once felt soaked in vinegar,  I  have always chased such things with honey.

Another wakeful night..o amorous sleep I beckon you stay with me longer..I beseech thee. Keep my grazing mind lofty with dreams. Dreams of peacefulness, of love, of happiness.

Tis the poet that has awoken in the night quietly and quickly taking note of prose yet aware to not wake the the mistress, the master of the house. Because the mind is a terrible thing to waste.