This is a poem written by me called "Drop"
If you cant completely read it this is what is says
Make it like it never existed, twisted words in monologues given from one to the other, Losing grip of the actual message...or never getting the message in general, leaving with a sour taste of pettiness...Anger, sitting and letting it build as the world around you corrodes into a darker more sinister setting... Emotions rattling your thoughts,those thoughts rattling your brain....you've become enraged and engulfed in your own hatred and confusion
Losing all focus on what and or who surrounds you...everything looks blackened in your eyes with hint of a red hue....is this a delusion?
Livid...but still slightly conscious until your this thought arises "Why press RESTART IF THE SAME BULLSHIT LOADS" ...Snap.
Sleep training. What a mindfield! Trying to nail a bedtime routine under 1.5hrs! How to settle them 4 or 5 times in the night? Pick them up? Controlled crying? Feed? ARGHHHHHH!!!! ▪
Dreaming back to the early days when it felt easier as there were more opportunities for mum & baby to nap in the day.. Or is that my memory already has already forgotten the really tough newborn days?
Now if only i could switch off my brain to catch 40 winks