When I am alone at night,
When I go to bed,
In my head,
I disperse my goods.
I write notes,
Letters, long, detailed.
I imagine deep long rest,
Wonder if I’ve had enough.
When I am alone at night
I roll myself against the walls,
Scratch, stretch,
Rub, rock,
Hunger for sensation,
Pray for contact,
Want for touch,
Wonder if I’m here long enough.
When I am alone at night
I fail to create ambitions.
In my head,
I disperse my goods,
I write notes,
Look at bottles,
Estimate pills,
Wonder if there are enough.
Adam Byrn Tritt 
Wesley Butler
February 2, 2016 at 9:43 PM
This poem describes how my mind operates once the sun sets. Fantastic job!
Adamus
February 2, 2016 at 10:11 PM
Thank you. I knew I wasn’t alone.