I feel the fluids rushing
Up and down
And back
Up and down
My back
Spine
Light headed
Heavy hearted
Ears fuzzy disoriented
Vertigo
Bones crack every time
I move
Elbows
Knees
Hands
Feet
Fingers
Toes
FACE
My facial affliction
Nerves explode
Fireworks of the nerves
Side of my face
I seek relief
Scream in agonizing
Torture and terror
I chose
Sleep to
Escape
Forget
Awake
Remember
Impairment
Then depression
Sleep
Forget
I want to forget
I don’t want to sleep
I want to sleep
I love my sleep
But not much
My dreams are pleasant
And my reality is a
Nightmare
But
I’d rather have the bad dreams and the good life
“Sleep. Those little slices of Death. How I loathe them.” Edgar Allen Poe said.
“Sleep. Those little slices of pleasure. How I adore them.” Rich Hillen Jr said
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