Poetry

Missing Sanity Report

I’d like to file a report 

My sanity has disappeared

It seems to have packed its bags

And cleared out 

Over night 

Along with my will to live 

It is a different thing 

For me 

To not give 

a fuck 

But I am learning 

How to be 

The me 

I am now 

Humans learn how to live 

Without an arm 

Or a leg 

All the time 

The loss I am feeling 

Is occurring in my mind 

But that doesn’t mean

That my quality of life 

Should be lesser then yours 

I will restore 

The balance 

Yet 

I will profusely reject 

Any kind of reality 

That doesn’t reflect 

The possibility 

Of a sober, happy, motivated me.

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