A little of this

Some doodles for today

And a few poems

Thoughts that slide (Brain fog)

Thoughts are circles, you see
Round and round they go 
Until they just come back for me.
There they grow and tippy-toe so slow.

They creep into every curve and crack,
Shaking up old, dusty guilts and fear,
Reminding me of all my lack
Until its bellowing screams are all I hear

To Sleep (Fatigue)

Sleep, sleeping life away,
Wake up, but I can’t stay.
Hovering on the cusp of dream’s doorway,
Only awake enough fall back away.

Wake up, but I can’t stay.
Dragging through the day.
Only awake enough fall back away.
I am here but here I am slipping away.

Dragging through the day,
Hovering on the cusp of dream’s doorway.
I am here but here I am slipping away,
Sleep, sleeping life away.

A little of this, a little of that