By Yul B. Allwright
Sleep.
I want to
sleep.
I’m so
tired.
I’m tired of hearing
about other people’s
demons.
And I’m tired of hearing
from my
own.
I’m tired of
anxiety and
depression.
I’m tired of being
afraid.
Afraid of people
and their
judgement.
I want a rest.
A break
from the world
and the sorrow
and
other people
killing
one another.
I’m tired of seeing
the cruelty of this world.
I’m so tired,
and it pains me–
the knowledge that
I will never rest.
Editor: A.J. Patencio
This secret author of many punny pseudonyms
has developed a wonderful technique of
launching a series of related thoughts into flight
and then shooting them all down
with one shattering bullet.
i love the structure.