Succumbing to sleep

Eyes squeezed shut.

Imploring unconsciousness

to seize my veins.

Temporarily, of course.

Just long enough

to avoid the utter albatross

of thinking.

For--

thinking leads to questions

and I don't

like questions.

I don't like the "whys"

when I know

I won't like the answer.

So just.

Shut off.

Block out the

pain.

Yes, it's

inevitable.

But I'll pretend it's not.