Restless Mind

Thoughts spin like a ceiling fan,

slow pulse across a restless face.

Breath breaks quick,

chased by shadows

that won’t settle.

Mind whirls, tangled lines,

a knot without end.

What is this weight,

this chasing breath,

that holds me

awake in the dark?

Logic slips—

a fractured glass

cutting the silence

where thinking

used to live.