Solynya

My head fills with the thoughts I need to figure out

I try to sort through them and begin to fill with self doubt

My weaker brain buddies with my liner thoughts

My right brain says its too much lets cut off

Clear your head, go to bed

Logic remembers reality

You may not get reprieve or relief in your sleep

Night terrors lace and trace my dreams

Sleep patterns like the myriad

I don’t know how to get free