Prisoner to the stagger

I just woke up to get water.

Nothing more, nothing less.

I didn't ask for this nor want this madness.

I want to fall asleep again but here I am

Writing this.

I come back from getting water,

I quenched my thirst in the middle of the night,

Now I get back in my bed,

To hold onto my childhood again,

My purple stuffed unicorn.

I open my eyes,

I get an idea,

Maybe you'll like this idea?

It's this poem after all,

Or whatever this might be.

I'll call it a poem for now,

But I'm telling you a little story.

How am I doing?

How's the format?

Not very ideal, I see.

I don't care what you think,

I'll do what I want,

I'm the writer.

And I have a free will,

You can't stop me.

These words won't stop,

Sleep is drifting,

My purple unicorn is galloping away,

She does not want to sleep either,

She races fast like my mind.

My eyes are wide open,

I'm alerted awake,

I cannot go back to sleep,

I'm condemned to stay awake,

At least for awhile.

So I'll stay here for you perhaps,

Let's get well aquatinted,

Let's get to know each other,

Before my mind goes blank,

And the words stop.

I've thought of a title for this poem-like story

You'll see it at the top,

The first thing you'll notice,

It might not be the best title,

In the world but it's my poem like story.

So get it over it,

Just like you did when I didn't,

Get to know you yet.

Does that bother you?

Oh well.

Who cares?

I could be sleeping right now,

But I'm here writing this,

Against my free will,

Funny thing about my free will.

Didn't I mention it earlier?

Free will, smee will,

Now I'm making up words,

Running out of words,

Maybe sleep can return.

Now I want to know a word that does rhyme with free.

Will you tell me?

Oh never mind, I already know what you'll say,

You'll say "But I'm not there!"

"I cannot help you!"

"You are talking to yourself!"

No, I am talking to you!

Writing for you,

When sleep should be occurring,

And dreams should be happening,

But I am prisoner to this stagger of words.

I cannot escape so easily,

Per se.

What does that mean?

Is that in context?

Per se?

It just popped in my head,

Put in my mind,

For some ungodly reason,

See, even phrases I don't say are here,

I cannot control myself.

How badly I want to go back to sleep!

Can't I stop?

Will you help me?

Can I break this window?

"What window?" you may ask.

The window that separates you from me,

That screen that you are observing me from,

No, not me as in actually me.

My words that you see on your screen,

That have flowed out from my brain to my fingertips.

Maybe now I'm starting to slow down,

I don't know how to end this,

Maybe that's my problem.

This is absolutely a nitpick,

Go ahead!

I dare you to pick on me,

Pick on a poor girl who just wanted to go back to sleep,

But you demanded my attention,

Got me addicted to this insanity,

Entrapped in this mess.

I blame you.

How could you do this to me?

Do you not care for my wellbeing?

Am I not worthy?

I guess I'm not.

Since I'm still here,

I'll give you this gift.

This wide array of emotions and words.

Merry Christmas!

Happy Birthday!

Any holiday or event you could get this for,

Please, just take it,

You've kept me awake for longer than I needed.

I needed sleep,

I was not well.

You've stolen my most prized possession,

You monster!

You're heartless.

No, you couldn't have let me just go back to bed instead.

You insisted on keeping me awake in this torture.

No, my dear audience, I'm not talking to you now,

I am talking to myself.

I have gone crazy.

Insane.

I'm insulting my mind.

I'm cursing its name,

Spitting on the shallowless thing,

Merciless thing,

That won't let me sleep!

Won't let me dream!

I love to dream,

I love to sleep,

But

I also love to write,

Maybe this is for the best.

You and me,

My audience and I,

Let's make a pact,

Let's stay together,

Never abandon one another!

I've grown very fond of you in this precious time,

Even though you're the reason I'm here.

I write for you,

You are my muse!

I might just go back now.

I'm finally running out,

Like dripping water.

I must finally stop.

Thank goodness!

This was a long journey.

I hope you enjoyed your ride

I hope you were comfortable

Just as I was before I started this train of thoughts

You rode it happily, I assume.

With your own will.

Free will, I would hope so

Funny thing about free will

Is mine still here?

Or am I still writing against it?

I'm trying to find a way to stop.

I really am!

I can't stop.

I'm stuck again.

  And I must stop before I crash.

    Before the train is out of control.

This is it.

I'm finally coming to a standstill

I'll happily go back to bed and never have to do,

This again.

Hopefully.

For now,

It's a goodbye.

But rest well my friends,

You'll need it,

Just like I do.