I try so hard
to fill my head
with noisy nonsense
if only to quiet my mind.
Because in the silence
of my nights,
I can’t stop thinking about my issues
and what brings me down.
I’d rather concentrate
on the outside world
and let my thoughts
fade into the background.
But when morning comes,
I haven’t solved anything;
my problems cast a shadow
over any hope to come.
I work hard to drown out
this despair with busyness
to no avail because it
follows me through the day.
I can’t escape myself.