Running On Fumes

Insomnia

Sigh.

Another night's sleep

Wasted

Again.

My mind

Locked into overdrive

With no hope

Of downshifting

Into neutral.

Spewing out

Random poetic fragments

On varying topics

Before vanishing

Into the Ether.

While I feel

A physical weight

Settling upon my shoulders

Like a tonne of bricks.

Only hope

When I do crash

It's a gentle landing

For me.

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[TL Boehm]

My mind
Locked into overdrive
With no hope
Of downshifting
Into neutral.

I can totally understand this. Love the way this is written. It how my brain goes too.

[therisa]

Thank you, Tammy