Nov 2019
I cannot utter what
is bothering my soul
Perhaps it is the fire
of my own mind
The same fire that
kept me warm was
the one to burn me
Or perhaps it is the
unbearable weight of
my sleepless eyelids
is bothering my soul
Perhaps it is the fire
of my own mind
The same fire that
kept me warm was
the one to burn me
Or perhaps it is the
unbearable weight of
my sleepless eyelids
I haven’t been sleeping lately, and I no longer want to take my meds. The downward spiral of doom is back once again.
