Thursday, June 4, 2015

Poem #159

There are some nights
I don't sleep much
days I can't work

My demons get restless
and I wander
from piller to post
task after task

My focus is fuzzy
my sense of self
shaken not stirred

They pass, of course,
these moods

I try hard to like them
to see them as respite
for the hard-driven me
who feels the hot breath
of the end of time
to see them as restoring
me to sanity
when the opposite feels true

It's all my life
all of this

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