Make It Stop

i tried to scream at myself
it’s sound and no words
i tried to advice myself,
it’s words and no sound
if I could connect the thoughts
that bug me
when the moon is high
i’d be a werewolf
more than I am a vampire
sucking my own blood,
and not finding sleep at night
i tried to dream myself into a beautiful loop
but I keep falling out of it
like ripe mangoes in their season
if I could howl when the moon is high
i might find sleep
to kill for a minute,
and then resurrect all my woes when I wake
if I could pick my own log of wood
i might become more than a speck
in another man’s high.

Victor Oyedele

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