Will you sleep beside me?

Haintful Poems

I am not ok. My mind is a maelstrom. My heart is desolate. I feel nothing and everything all at once. I just want the noise to stop. Why can’t it be silent in my head if but only for a moment. How am I to know calm when I was designed by my environment to navigate storms and the unknown. Why can I not be happy? Why can I not be content? What is so fundamentally broken about me that I plan my own downfall. These tiny fragments fall before me meaningless and I assume they must hold some grand scheme behind them. Loud footsteps. Sighing. Slamming doors. What just fell off of the wall now? I can’t keep treading water. I can’t keep craning my neck skyward. I’m tired. Tired deep into my marrow. Exhausted beyond sleep.