Ugh.

Toss and turn and wake.
Questions pouring in and out:
"Why bother? Who cares?"

Restless body; mind talk:
"I'll die alone here. No one
will know. I'll lay dead."

These ghosts wander in
and out. Nothing calms. Meditate?
Shifting? It's all wrong.

It's plenty warm and
dry. Plenty of warm blankets.
Mind's playing bad tricks.

Demons dance. Eyes cry.
Exhaustion after tossing
brings on restless sleep.

The headache is back
the one that was gone. The one
the pink pill caused. No!