Slow Sinking Deep

(Things my brain tells me in the middle of the night.)

I’m awake, I am stupid,
I am weak,
I am weak;
Why can’t I will myself to
be content?
Go to sleep?

Blame my brain, blame the chemistry,
the meds —
such a freak;
All is bleak, all is brittle,
slow, enticing,
sinking
deep.

(See my response to these things my brain tells me
in the middle of the night.)

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