Fragmented

 Insomnia eats away at me;

Trapped in a wilderness of my own making.

Food makes me sick; 

Stomach curdles like cottage cheese.

Scattered thought - 

Where, or how, or why?

When sleep fleetingly rears its elusive head, 

There are no dreams – only blank darkness.

An elephant stomps on my chest;

Making each gasping breath a trial.

Jumbled squiggles,

Have now become my life.

Upside down. 

Back to front.

Inside out.

Dizzy from the tornado; 

Ripping through my brain.

Sanity ebbs slowly;

Leaking from my eyes.

The dirt is calling me,

But - death would be too simple.

Fragmented, piece by piece –

I break.