Toss and turn,
All these thoughts won't stop,
Can't.
It's a train high speed, pedal to the metal.
Reverse, Sideways, Back n' Forth.
Toss and turn,
One sheep, Two sheep, wait where's that music coming from? Oh, that's really funny.
Train high speed, won't stop.
Can't.
It's a train wreck, car crash.
This lumpy mattress,
That comfy bed.
Pills assist,
Cause all the body does is resist.
Other night,
Euphoria pulls away,
Flicker of hope, a bubble of warmth envelops.
As it pulls me away,
Bit of pixie dust
Takes me to this dreamless never land.
Short lived,
Dark to dawn,
Toss and turn up with rise of the sun.
Some nights getting just too much,
Other night can't get enough.
Like Goldilocks, wait where's my portage?
Brain won't turn off,
Sporadic, Chaotic.
Formula, chemistry never was my subject.
Never even took it.
In my grasp,
Just in the reach,
Like a fugitive, sleep just escapes me.
Restless.
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Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
