Lately

Perhaps not the best poem to start off a new school-year with, but I suppose it’ll do.

Lately

My poems are just
empty strings of words
lately

They don’t rhyme like
everybody secretly thinks they
should

Cause they’re just thoughts
pulled out of the crevices in my
head

My head isn’t the way
it ought to be
either

Thoughts move a lot slower
and faster than they used
to

And panic threatens to
eat me when I
sleep

When I sleep the sky
turns kinda
violet

I wake up twenty-three times
in the early morning
hours

Because my brain forgets
which house I am sleeping
in

Today it’s the corner
of my friend’s
bedroom

I don’t sleep in my own house
anymore because it’s empty
now

Just like my poetry
the sheets never quite wear
out

And yet they’re still in disarray
when I struggle to wake
up

M.
Aug 25/16

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