I Just Want to Put My Head Down

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dant pillow safe from arson’s graduation day</p><p id="1d8c">Nothing ever stops to let me catch my breath and pause so I can reconfigure how I look at this world and examine all the tiny spots where I hide my frustration Sometimes the spots are too small, but I jam my angst in anyway and then later, it comes back oozing all the way into my brain and tiring out my body without the thought of exercise</p><p id="ada0">I just want to put my head down and take a very long nap Maybe snuggle a body-length pillow that smells like lavender and emits melatonin so I can sleep</p><p id="b1b5">But even when I get the chance to put my head down I am distracted because every single thing in the world needs attention right now so I forego my will to rest and attend to the minutia and remain a bucket, in a w

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ell, where they keep pulling me up and all I really want to do is to go back down and put my head down on the cold, damp floor</p><p id="a74d">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="4305">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="948d" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/some-days-im-in-too-deep-a18cdc5fa5a2"> <div> <div> <h2>Some Days I’m In Too Deep</h2> <div><h3>A Poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*i6UCpNU7JtwDQnHh)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A Poem

I just want to put my head down and bury it inside a cloud where no noise can get to me and no notifications can invade this pristine territory where it is only me

I want to sit with my thoughts or actually, I want to drown them in turpentine and light them on fire A Molotov cocktail of my dreams burning, while I hide my head under a flame-retardant pillow safe from arson’s graduation day

Nothing ever stops to let me catch my breath and pause so I can reconfigure how I look at this world and examine all the tiny spots where I hide my frustration Sometimes the spots are too small, but I jam my angst in anyway and then later, it comes back oozing all the way into my brain and tiring out my body without the thought of exercise

I just want to put my head down and take a very long nap Maybe snuggle a body-length pillow that smells like lavender and emits melatonin so I can sleep

But even when I get the chance to put my head down I am distracted because every single thing in the world needs attention right now so I forego my will to rest and attend to the minutia and remain a bucket, in a well, where they keep pulling me up and all I really want to do is to go back down and put my head down on the cold, damp floor

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