Sometimes We Just Need To Forget About Everything Poem by Patti Masterman

The day after the night that you couldn't sleep at all,
The world hates you and wants you to fail,
Perceived slights are grievous bridge burning rituals,
Deviously designed to destroy your last remaining nerve.

Everyone is stirring for a fight, and they'll get one,
Before the day is over, and all the learning in the world
Won't avoid the consequences of sleeplessness,
As the trigger-finger itches, scanning for the next target.

No one can do a thing right for you right now,
And you would like to shoot them dead for even trying;
If someone could just slip up behind and knock you in the head-
You would wake up refreshed nine hours later, in a different world.

But no- we are civilized, we must keep taking the creeping razor cuts,
The sticks and stones of a million uncalled-for wounds,
Until the frazzled one slowly falls down again,
Down into the grateful wells of all-forgetful slumber.