Sunday, December 23, 2012

Waves

Waves of exhaustion
Wash over me
Long before bedtime
So I medicate earlier
Every day
In the hopes of maybe
Getting a good nights rest
And waking up rested
Tomorrow morning
And the wave
Washes over
Again

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

DID poem-hospital assignment

DID
what's wrong with
me
lots and lots
of
parts and stuff
singing
inside my head
I
can't even hear what's
said
anger, sadness, hurt and
pain
split in parts inside my
brain
life's more fun but
also
a doozie-when Tired takes over, I feel
snoozie
little ones, big ones, in
betweens
to me this is what
DID
means.