My brain is mush
Muddled with thoughts of yesterday and the tomorrow that hasn’t quite made it to the day’s rays of sunlight .
My mind is clouded with sleep- the cobwebs outstretched their tentacles and I know it won’t be long til I close my eyes
The drugs take over and sleep I gloriously find.
I have no idea what this I’ve written
But. We will say sixteen has been submitted
And tomorrow when I wake
I can only imagine my dismay
As I revisit this poem I wrote
About sleep filled antidotes.