Restless Leg Syndrome
I know when it's coming
When the monster inside me starts to hiss and spit
The way it weaves through my muscles, tightening
In vain I try to deny it
But the creature doesn't take no for an answer
And I fight a loosing war
Held in its claws if I move, torn apart by them if I don't
And I run as the vile thing pushes me too far
I can hear it laughing, a vile sound
As it chases me, this evil thing
But though I hurt and ache, I am stronger than it
And this is a battle I can win
It runs, but I am faster
It roars, not wanting to loose its prey
But I push myself harder
And force the monster away
I finally rest, the beast gone
Exhausted, I let sleep begin
Freed of the tightening, freed of the thrashing,
At least until the monster wakes again












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The journey of a thousand miles begins with one 22 1/2 inch step, left foot first.
"Wouldn't it be great if wars could be fought just by the assholes who started them?" ~ The Postman
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