LJI:W2 Living rent-free in my head
When I lay me down to sleep,
then my demons start to creep.
They fill my head with dismal thoughts
and torture me with mental knots.
They persecute me, and enslave;
Denying me the rest I crave.
Conversations never made,
All the debts that are unpaid,
Arguments that can’t be won,
Plans and plots that are undone.
Hopes and dreams are never found,
Obsessively, my thoughts twist ‘round
The demons, they do love to maunder
Escape requires that I wander.
I get up.
Pacing down my narrow halls,
Exhausted, I am bumping walls,
Finally, my head feels clear
When physically I am blear.
I lie down.
Like serpents, my evil demons wait
relishing my wretched state.
Drifting off, to my dismay
I let the demons have their way.
I get up.
I find my way into the kitchen
Bones trembling, muscles twitching
That I might snack and stop the wheels
But nothing in the fridge appeals
In desperate straits, I’ll risk my heart
Sugar now will play its part
Mass quantities I do consume.
Returning quickly to my room
Sleep will come within a trice.
I’ve won this round, but at a price;
Not even demons can evade
My biological cascade.
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When all else fails, a large milk chocolate bar causes me to suffer “dumping syndrome” (a biological reaction to a large amount of sugar quickly introduced to my GI tract). I get almost violently ill, suffer shakes and rapid heartbeat, and then my whole body shuts down for a couple of hours. The only way for me to recover from dumping syndrome is to sleep like the dead, but it sure takes a toll on me, physically.