Been avoiding sleep
for a fear of the future,
while rushing sleep
for the day to be over-
so I sleep in increments.
But, I wake to the beating
of my anxious heart,
and to the shallow breaths
from the weight on my chest,
to my knotted stomach
From eating it’s pain…
But no matter what I do,
nightmares come seeping through.
So I knock at every door
till my knuckles bleed,
begging for a professional
to listen to my confessional.
And I’ve been yelling:
“help me before I hurt someone.”