The Enigma

Mania is like an itch

you can't scratch.

It travels through your body

always just beyond reach.

Until you twitch,

smacking your head into the wall.

I took a bottle of sleeping pills

and I'm still awake.

For three more days.

Don't speak to me

on any seriousness.

My tears may form a river

at your feet

with a single word.

Hiding in the woods

I will myself to sleep.

But it's all in vain.