I reside in a perpetual state
Caused by staying up late
From leaving open the gate
To my brain where dark entities can enter
And entice bleak musings from the middle of my
Mind.
A state that makes my body ache
And rattle from the pills that I take
To keep myself from staying awake
But to no avail as I toss and turn each
Night.
Red threads crack around my pupils
Blue bags begin to rest under my eyes
And as I numbly shovel cornflakes into my hanging mouth
I feel my back hunch over
My bones sigh
Wheezing from the effort it takes to remain
Upright.
My mother takes pity
Drags me into the city
To see the best GP money can buy
Only for him to tell me that I am not tired.
His prescription is sun light
Oranges and lemons bright
Fruits of the earth and wholesome dinners
Made by a calloused hand
Who knows no such thing as rest.
So I walk
I talk
I eat
I read
I do many things
But I do not sleep.
