Army Sick
Flashes of light keep blinking around me
Mind tangles pulling tighter inside
The thoughts in my head won't straighten
Into a coherent string
Doors of opportunity slamming shut
Windows to the real world clouding over
Keeping my eyes closed to avoid reality
Plugging my ears so I can't hear its sound
Struggling to keep covers over my head
As I block out the light with my pillows
Willing the dreams to come back to my bed
When they find me nobody knows
So I drift in and out of subconsciousness
Hoping I'll never again be seen
By the people whom I'd rather be seeing much less
I'd like less of the gross color green.
25 November 1998

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