Dreams of cheese

Bizarre, fitful, disturbing

I’m brought to life at 4

A cold sweat washes over me

My temperament quite poor

Flashbacks are still playing

Unsettling to the core

I try to shake them from my mind

My stomach knotted, sore

But then I try to fully recall

The scenario that played

To get some type of closure 

So further sleep won’t be delayed

But as I’ve always found before

I’m a tad dismayed

One element remains obtuse, aloof

But continues to pervade

Nerves still balance on the edge

Phone grabbed in search of peace

Play some crappy arcade game

Maybe that will bring release

I shouldn’t be complaining

I should know when to cease

Consumption of the produce

From England, France and Greece

But therein lies my weakness

And the path to my downfall

Can’t resist the temptation

Restraint is lacking, small

Even though the dreams you bring me

Pound and shake and maul

I’ll run the risk endlessly 

Cheese; you do enthral