Irrationality (finally)—Wyatt Dalton

My once clear thoughts have abandoned me,
they’ve gone away, along with my rationality.

Leaving me without defense,
a victim to toothless fears
and worries that make little sense,

As I try to sleep away
an overcrowded head
filled with visions of you,
and the words I should have said,

that haunt me, and keep me from rest,
as a week of sleepless nights pass,
carving out a hole in my chest.

Again so empty
again needing to be filled
again this feeling has found me,
tonight has forced me to kneel.

Crippled by the confusion
blinded by the lies
unable to see the truth
taken expectantly by surprise.

Just as the night before
and every time the void came,
so familiar and so unchanged,
and yet, different,
never quite the same.

But still the question remains
when tomorrow comes to bring more pain,
when rationality leaves,
when chaos reigns,

How is it that you,
can so easily fill
the thing beating on my sleeve
and sign the name on my wrist,
written in ink I’ve yet to see?

And how is it that this,
this senseless mess of me,
feels less like insanity
and more like a waking dream?

Like the wish of my heart’s making
soon to be granted