Status Quo

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.”