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

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.