I burdened you with a burlap sack
full of heartache, anxiety attacks.
I’ve made you sad, I’ve made you mad.
You made friends, I took them away.
And all you have is me to thank.

I am the desert, the wasteland,
the private plane you cannot land.
I am sand from an hourglass
you can’t hold with broken hands.

I’m a tyrant, slavemaster, slave to myself.
I’m a wish stealer, a drug dealer,
a dream taker, a nightmare sharer.

I am as lonely as you are
in the pits of Hell.
I made you a bed.
You can sleep there as well.

I’d rather you rise up.
You might take your meds,
get a good night’s sleep.

A fight is a fight,
and a good fight
is worth fighting.

Life’s a good fight.
Nighty night.
Get some sleep.
Your future is
so fucking bright.

 

Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His third book, Train of Thought 2: Almost Home is available now at the Oddball Book Store.