Sleeping with a mosquito

I am in a room
It is dark
I am trying to sleep
I am not alone
The pesky mosquito
Keeps me awake
I try
To ignore it
And drift to the brink
Of dreamland
But then
It awakens
And buzzes about
Sleep flees
Who is that pesky mosquito
I cry
In the answer of silence
I realise
it’s me.

Thanks to Patricia Zick for the idea behind this. I still don’t feel it’s fully explored.
Anyone have further insights to add?


About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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