Through The Night

Wept through the night

Thinking of you

He got up

Was disturbed

Thought it was the flu.

My nose was running

Eyes moist

Voice was chocked

His sleep was disturbed

And he bellowed.

You're disturbing my sleep

I need my rest

I've office to go to

Am not like you

An utter waste.

In the dead of the night

I was offered medicine

For my flu

So that I won't cough

I won't sneeze

And won't choke.

He went back to his sleep

Indifferent as ever

I went back to you

Your thoughts

Weeping and crying in the pillow cover.

After that I forever remember

To muffle the sound

When I cry

I lower the voice

Make no noise

Cover my mouth

Cause I don't want to sound

I don't want medicines

In lieu of my pains

And be told

I've nothing to do

I'm an utter waste.