Chemical Sleep

Threatening half-quiet moments.

I can hardly go anywhere outside my brain.

Who could possibly sleep?

To comfort myself, I lie in

the bathtub shivered underneath fleece blankets.

When the pills sing me to sleep,

they often talk in symphonies

to quell & quiet me.

A swallowing silence

despite echoes of my own heartbeat.

My entire being began to shift

immersed in the language of gurus

drifting like wards.

To vanish & return.

But enough is never too much.

This road never stops.

Who can sleep with so

many thoughts & ideas?