It’s pumpkin o’clock,
And I’m still wide awake,
I wonder how long,
I can live like a fake,
Pretending I’m fine,
When it’s far from the norm,
It’s pumpkin o’clock,
And I’m totally worn.
It’s pumpkin o’clock,
And I should be asleep,
My mind always racing,
I crash in a heap,
My body is craving,
The rest it deserves,
It’s pumpkin o’clock,
And I’m jumping with nerves.
It’s pumpkin o’clock,
And I’m caught in a spin,
There’s fire ants raging,
Right under my skin,
I’m anxiously waiting,
For eyelids to close,
It’s pumpkin o’clock,
And I’m still indisposed.
It’s pumpkin o’clock,
And no sandman in sight,
I need someone now,
To deliver the night,
So I can drift softly,
Away in my head,
It’s pumpkin o’clock,
And I’m still full of dread.
It’s pumpkin o’clock,
And no sign of a prince,
To save me from me,
And the dangers, I wince,
With pain and despair,
There’s no cause for delight,
It’s pumpkin o’clock,
And I’m still lost in fright.
It’s pumpkin o’clock,
And I wonder if I,
Shall ever sleep soundly,
I’m stuck in a lie,
Pretending the struggles,
Don’t even exist,
It’s pumpkin o’clock,
Are you getting the gist?!
It’s pumpkin o’clock,
And the med’s kicking in,
I’m finally chilling,
Beneath my own skin,
My mind tries to fight,
As the sedatives gnaw,
It’s pumpkin o’clock,
And I finally snore.
© The Complicated Bunny – 26 Oct 2020
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