Wildfires

That new song on the radio
Recycling in my head
Can’t lift my mood, can’t do a damn thing.
The lyrics are meaningless
And nothing is making sense or going my way.

Everything hurts and
I’m aching all over
From lack of sleep but my eyelids refuse to close.

The torrential downpour outside sounds like
My jumbled thoughts
Pouring onto the page
As my brain explodes,
Spilling my inner organs on the tiled floor.

Bang the fucking doldrums until my heart stops beating.

It’s like clockwork
As Ana leans over me, her breath
A delicate kiss upon my face
With one hand lightly pressing onto my forehead
For a brief moment in time.

You’re sick.
You have a fever and I don’t think
You’ll be able to go to see her.
Rest, sweet child, and I’ll wake you up in the morning.
We have a workout to do in a few hours
And Mia won’t wait for anyone.

Suddenly, it’s as if I am under a spell
Because my eyelids are fluttering
Closed like butterfly wings,
And within minutes
I am once again at peace.

But not for long.