Scatterbrain (January 17, 2019)

It's 2:28 am

Another night

Of broken sleep.

Chaotic negative thoughts

Running everywhere

No clear direction

Or any sign of ending.

Questioning everything

To breakdown

These negative thought

Reinforced loops

Holding me captive.

Running raggety

As signs of cold/flu

Mounting new offensive

Over my abused body.

Tissue boxes decimated

With alarming ease

By my bedside.

Wondering

How many trees

Been sacrificed

For this.

Paper waste grows

Into plastic containers

And finite space

Is overflowing.

Each nasal explosion

Venus and Squeak hide

Into parts unknown.

And yet

Perfectly allowable

Sneezing cat germs

All over me.

Traitors!

Talk about

Double standard.

As I count

Number of days

Til winter’s end.

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