Enough

I am not tired enough

To sleep on the couch

Or on the bed,

The floor,

The road.

I'm not tired enough 

To take back the words. 

That I meant to say.

I'm not tired enough to 

To fall into the trappings

That Fate has left for me.

I'm not tired enough to

Fall off the cliffs

That the roads I have chosen

Take me. 

I'm not tired enough to

Blind myself with the screams

And fear that embrace me.

I'm not tired enough to

Plaster posters with glue

That won't let it come off 

The walls.

I'm not tired enough

To burn out

The wick that catches fire.

I'm not tired enough

To not have anymore desire.

I'm not tired enough 

To empty bottles of cough syrup

That was left for me.

I'm not tired enough

To find my spaces

In secret silences.

I'm not tired enough

To stand in the middle

Of train tracks,

Of loops of rope,

Of steel and wood,

Of bullets,

Of people 

Who are 

Tired 

Enough.

I'm not tired enough.

But I am not alive.

Its a difficult situation

To not be enough of

Anything.