I am so tired.
I am tired of cyclical thoughts with no end.
They spin until their path strays.
Like runaway train cars.
I am tired of my reflection.
I want to look into a mirror and see my mind.
Instead I see my face.
I am so tired of this troubled face.
I am tired of my rubber band body.
I want to cartilize.
I am so tired of each morning.
Waking to a reality so bleak.
Makes me want to go to sleep.
But I am too tired.
I will soon take this burden off my back.
It’s claws have punctured my skin.
It has left an aroma of raw meat in my mouth.
Lips like lasers.
Feel cold as ice.
When I take this test, pass or fail, I will feel renewed.
legs like grapes in the silent sun.
The connection between my actions and intentions is a drawbridge.
It is unpredictable as if a mad king is shouting orders based on the color of his mood.
I think that sometimes my drawbridge slams open.
I think I have some control.
I am a fly on a web, which is connected to the edge of the lever of the drawbridge.
I just wish I could be the spider.