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