i'm not going to make it!
i can't sleep and
reality is falling short.
all the sounds are muffled
laughter, derision.
the medicine keeps me up
it crushes my spine
and pulverizes my soul.
to even bring this up,
to mention this is
the ultimate sign
of infirmity.
i wait for the
world to implode.
the dense epicenter
of the darkest finality
is the lump in
my throat.