The Mole

There's a mole that lives beneath my pillow. Raising dirt beneath my head, he keeps me awake at night. It doesn't stop in the morning either, as I find him tunneling through my thoughts all day.

"Why can't you leave me alone?" I say to him, "I just want to sleep."

"I'm only trying to help you," is his reply.

"Help me? I haven't slept in months!" I cry out helplessly.

And with that, the tunneling stops for a while. Yet sleep still won't find me without a fight, the mole has traipsed dirt through my mind that I try to clear up. A pointless endeavour, as I only shift it from corner to corner, or sweep it under the rug.

His hills remain under my pillow, I don't know how I'll shift them. But at least he is quiet for now.

That is, except for a distant rumbling that I feel in my bones. It's only a matter of days before he comes burrowing back to the surface. Just like always.