(Genre: A poem (I guess..(?)))
Speaking for what I have come to define as what “myself” is trying to say..,
As of now my perceptions appear to tell me,
If I’m properly interpreting them,
Which is I guess that..(?),
I feel that;
The more internal pressure,
That my mind builds within myself,
Through obsessive fearful thinking,
Of needing sleep for my survival,
The more I’ll fear of NOT sleeping,
While therefore remaining awake,
Increasing chances of losing impulse control of excessive impulsive intake,
Of stimulants which I’ll feel a need to remain productive,
That’ll increase chances of then,
Becoming forced some form of seductive treatment to try to readjust myself,
That results in falling asleep,
Like falling off a cracking and shattering precipice,
At the most horrific time and place imaginable,
Unless,
I remind myself to,
Fear sleep less,
As I notice the fearful obsessive thinking of NOT sleeping pass,
While remaining less caught up in its current that continues to try to wake me up at worsening times and locations
Zach Dana Writing 