Slumber Poem by Bongo Beno Kabingesi

Reaching out in the dark holding edges and frames
Trying to see what doesn't look the same
Couldn't see the finger but felt it pointing the blame
I felt it's sharp tip causing me silent pain
Sounds become emotions
Ideas become devotions
Life is the notion that problems push pills and potions
Sacrificing for love or sacrificing for self
Means sacrificing your life to pursue mental health

What is this mental fitness? This statement we're meant to witness?
I heard my entire life was series of picked addiction
Do I pursue a life or do I pursue some fiction
But my dreams are not non-fiction so I'm fed a clear prescription
It's the sound of tranquility wrapped around my shoulders
Softening the burden on my back are stacks of boulders
Rocks with ticking tocks that never notice they get older
They only sell the sun when the sky gets colder

My eyes are open but I bump over the page
It puts me between the lines with the black ink as my stage
Each indented sheet sounds like different shades of rage
I sleep in silent slumber and hope I stay the same