I can’t sleep
I can’t think
I can’t eat or drink
Nor can I write my thoughts coherently
I’m angry
I’m sad
I’m all kinds of mad
Everything thing hurts
Even these words
Alone
In a crowd
Quiet
Noisy
Senses heightened to painful extremes
Thoughts coming out only in screams
Tears fall
Blood drips
I feel the world on its axis do a little tip
On and on it goes
Not once does it slow
Like the darkness while I sleep
It hugs me as I weep
Paradiso 