Sugar was her addiction
Add in caffeine
and high fats
She’d binge for days
She laughs as she jokes
her stomach’s made of iron
but sugar’s touch was felt
She wished to dine
Reap the benefits of health
But she couldn’t sustain it
Sugar called again
with a sip, a taste
and she answered
Lost in this wasteland of a mind.
It’s Earth burned, scarred, and dying.
Leaves are rusted streaks in rotted vines.
Ground now barren, plants left drying.
How to fix what is now horrifying?
Wish for rain, and till the pained land.
Turn ashes to life, so gratifying.
Surely prayers can save the damned.
Can’t stay still, can’t be bored, can’t close your eyes.
Keep moving, keep doing, keep producing.
Sleep is for the lazy, best chase your prize.
Ignore the slowing of time, keep trying.
When sun runs out, the moon will be rising.
Keep scratching that itch and hope it will pass.
Fill the void, the hours, with task after task.
Wish to God you could sit, relax, and breathe.
But there’s plenty to do, get off your ass.
No break from its hold, forget a reprieve.
P.S. I have started revising my book again. Guess this restlessness or anxiety can be good for something after all. I try and force myself to take breaks anyways, because they are necessary.
P.S.S. Take care of yourselves!