Head hits the pillow, peace is not found,
Mind full of chaos, thoughts spinning round.
Not moving forward, no going back,
Look for the light switch, all looks so black.
Floor turns to eggshells, walls closing in,
Deafening silence, beyond the din.
Struggle to let go, words don't go free,
Choking my heartbeat, can't let them be.
Questioning things that, I thought I knew,
Can't tell delusion, from what is true.
Confusion abounds, so long ago,
Since last I've felt that, now where to go?
Head hits the pillow, tired as I seem,
I hope now to sleep, perchance to dream.
...faded like the Beatles on Hey Jude...
(And I Feel Fine)
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I wrote what follows just under a year ago, at the start of the pandemic,
and never finished it. When I revisited the draft today, for the first time
since...
3 years ago