I lie awake in my bed all these uncontained thoughts running around in my head. Color and light, ideas that are glaring and bright seep into my head during the long nights. But I'm restless, dark thoughts pulling me down and making me breathless. So I take a sleeping pill, wait for it to lift the weight of the desperate dreams they ****. But along with it, the rainbow dims and flickers, becoming a monochrome that reminds me all to much of the world we call home.
1/20/20 Going through my drafts. I'm never sure how to end my poems, so I'm never really satisfied with them.