One of my favourites

I wrote this a few years ago, but its still so relevant and funny to me.

My neighbours must hate me!

It’s 4am.

Insomnia has found me once again.

Waiting for my overlord to allow me rest,

a second master, Hunger, comes

to rouse me from my blankets,

and cast me, starving,

into the early morning dark

to hunt my fridge for second dinner,

or breakfast… if you prefer.

No food, this 4am, can muster any feeling from me.

The fridge is full of empty promises,

the cupboards bare of joy.

and hunger gnaws a hole in me,

I cannot endure.

So, with a quiet clang of pans,

and buzz of newly woken hob,

I’ll make a boiled egg

and attempt a simple pan bread.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

It’s 4.20am

I have done it again.

Burned away the hope of food

In exchange for chaos.

Smoke is writhing to the ceiling

And the fire alarm is blaring.

My neighbours must hate me.

This is not the first time my insomnihunger

has woken them from their slumber.

I swear every time, “I’ll just eat cold food”.

But, sadly, my appetite is never satisfied

with something as simple as a midnight banana.