I feel like I got no sleep.
Feel like I am stuck in a dream.
Feel like I am climbing a mountain,
but the peak is too steep.
But something in me keeps in step with the beat.
I’m on a new medicine and it isn’t laughter.
Though I believe that seems to be the case
after pints and pints.
Give me another doctor, I still don’t feel right.
But laughter is not the medicine,
It’s for my mind. It’s called
“leave it all behind.”
It’s called “go for a walk, and leave the pain at home.”
Keep the pen with your poems and feel alone,
but find comfort in the fact that each word I write
comes together creating symmetry in chaos.
Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His third book, Train of Thought 2: Almost Home will be available soon.