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 hear
And so; gave him three pairs
of cheap plastic dollarstore Sunglasses
IN HIS SILENCE:
understanding is not
Pacification
YOU ARE READING
In Which
PoetryA collection of poems about my experiences battling bipolar disorder, OCD, and addiction.
