Original Poem Title: “The Mind Of Someone With ADD”

Poetry About ADD & Anxiety

Sleep to me is the equivalent of being willfully knocked unconscious.

It’s 4 a.m. on a Saturday morning.
I’m rudely spurned from sleep by dehydration,
and after quenching my thirst,
I am forced awake,
because that’s what happens.

I drink water, and I wake up.

I’m 21 floors up in the air
and I am lost in thought about
digging my heels in a
concrete jungle
with unfavorable weather.

I don’t dream much.
Sleep to me is the equivalent
of being willfully knocked
unconscious for hours
only to wake up
gambling to feel okay afterward.

I think I must be dying.
A pain, sharp as a jolt, travels
like lightning in my nerves
and life, what I knew to be a marathon
has a finish line that I’m seeing
just way, way too early to be okay with.