and when he fell
He fell deeper than time —
into where birds
pecked at the thoughts
behind His Eyelids"Let me go to sleep!"
but they did not hearAnd so; gave him three pairs
of cheap plastic dollarstore SunglassesIN HIS SILENCE:
understanding is not
Pacification
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PoetryA collection of poems about my experiences battling bipolar disorder, OCD, and addiction.