In this med haze
The great teeth of boredom sink into my depression
Because staring down the face of my responsibilities
The only thing to do is sleep
Restlessly
Unpleasantly
The afternoon light licks quietly into my apathy and
Like a nuclear reactor I burn in it
Eyes open and mind closed
I am asleep but awake
Waiting for a clarity that will never come
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PoetryA collection of poems about my experiences battling bipolar disorder, OCD, and addiction.
