Staring blankly into the starlight
Yearningly, longingly, tearfully.
Watching the moon meander ‘cross the sky,
I’m thinking and dreaming of you.
Insomnia’s got a hold on me
ADD’s been hounding me
My brain is playing tricks on me
Sweating, striving, pushing.
You’re there—I know you’re there
But who are you, which one?
Darkness shrouds my forward vision
I squint—and stare in vain.
When my crazy brain’s in order
It plays a broken record
I don’t know what or why or how
But you’re on it, that’s for sure.
This poem is meant to be a poetic reflection on the struggles that myself and many other young adults face.