To the comfort and protection
Of my bedroom I retire
For a moment’s introspection
Before the rest that I require.
Alone I let the day’s demands
Fade like echoes in the vale,
Like grains of golden hourglass sands
Draining from a pregnant pail.
The soft, warm welcome of my sheets
Beneath a heavy down embrace.
The cool kiss of my pillow greets
Me gently on my burning face.
I close my heavy-lidded eyes,
Release the grip of neck on head.
A chorus of contented sighs
Announces my descent to bed.
Ere dreams began, my soul inferred
A gentle but incessant itch.
A scratching felt as much as heard
Which caused my weary eyes to twitch.
With tightened lids and measured breath
I will for sleep to swift return.
Naught save the endless peace of death
Could grant to me that which I yearn.
The sounds that come from up above
Attempt to burrow through my brain.
I grasp my pillow and I shove
My head beneath to block the pain.
I can’t avoid nor hope escape
Incessant and unending scrape
all I hear is small teeth gnawing
Scratching, biting, digging, clawing.
I writhe in vain ‘neath the blanket
Need to act, I cannot take it.
There’s something in that needs be out
More violent than a primal shout.
I leap and punch the ceiling where
I hear the sound and hope to scare
These tiny creatures into stopping
All their scraping, chewing, popping.
I try and try to no avail.
Each plan appears destined to fail.
Fury borne of desperation
Grown from simple agitation.
Well past peaceful resolution
Or any hope for absolution
I grab the witch’s implement
And strike with malicious intent.
The ceiling hence is perforated;
Defenses I have penetrated.
Now I can see into their lair
And I will kill them all, I swear.
Yet still I hear them nipping,
And more tightly I am gripping.
The rage surges up within me
And I start swinging violently.
Falling down upon my face
Revealing only empty space
Things that should have stayed unknown
Now to the light are shown.
In spite of my heroic feats,
Whose evidence covers my sheets,
The fitful chewing yet resumes.
Their gnashing teeth my thoughts consumed.
Digging at my spine.
Digging at my mind.
Why won’t they leave?
Are they that naive?
To clear this infestation
I would go to any end.
If I must I’ll burn it down
And start all over again.