it’s like i’m…

not quite myself

at the moment

like there is

me a deep, deep

eternity that resides

within my skull,

but eternity isn’t the one

most followed

not true love

not happiness

not forever with someone

it’s like

darkness

that creeps across the ground

like a poisoned fog

and when the fog rises

u

p

u

p

and over

my head

it’s like i’m almost

asleep

i’m dreaming each action

watching overhead

and each loud noise

or sound

or anything really

makes the fog

twist my emotions

just a bit

more:

that kid laughs; i want to cry

a drill sounding; i want to sleep.

it goes on and

off:

some days

so much better

than others

but the good days-

the better days-

are getting

scarce