A Grunt's Mind: Through the Night

March 31, 2020

March 21, 2020 My body responds to the tension in my brain.  My legs rub like a cricket as fast as my news feed fills, disrupting any attempt to sleep.


Thoughts are firing through my head, causing my own panic and sensory overload. "COVID-19," shifting political agendas, my own bills, and an ex.


The white static noise of a fan desperately trying to drown out the negativity and loss in my mind, but to no avail.


The thoughts are crushing.

I feel as if I'm laying on a bed of broken glass;

Broken dreams. 

A product of my decisions.

A sense and feeling of decay beyond my expiration date.


Self doubt my blanket.


Attempts at positivity.


I love my friends and family; 

But sometimes it's not enough.

I desire a title of importance but my name-tag reads, "Wayde."


No depth to the name nor sadness...I just am.

Existence without coexistence.

Alone; not lonely.


I am present instead of presence.

I would say tomorrow is a new day but tomorrow has already arrived.


Like laundry, I toss and turn.

Thoughts neatly folded until I must wear them again...tonight.

I will get through the day but will I get through the night?



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