Poems: From the mind of the lonely

Bird Shit

Today I am covered in bird shit.
Why?
Because this morning I was too tired to look where I was walking.
Why am I tired?
Because I was not allowed to fall asleep until 3 this morning.
Why wasn't I allowed to fall asleep?
Because Insomnia wanted to craddle me in her arms and finish my book.
She read. Out loud to me and used funny voices to comfort me. She held me and wrapped me up to make sure I was all warm inside.
And yet she didn't let me fall asleep.
She read while I listened.
She read. While I listened.
Until the story was over. Once she finished, she told me about how Anxiety, her cousin, has been in my life more often.
And how he has been making me feel about my decision in life.
Insomnia tells me that maybe they'll go away.
But not anytime soon. They'll go for the night and see me tomorrow.
They'll talk to me then.
But until they arrive tonight, I am still covered in bird shit.