Message Castaway

Not sure what I need to say

But something keeps me awake

Some sort of message castaway 

Two sleeping pills slow my train

A thought with no meaning

I can only recall the usual pain

What is so heavy on my mind?

Everything is completely tangled

In all of this mess, what will I find?

At war against my own words

Unable to form a simple thought

A defective brain is like a grounded bird

Fearing it will never make sense

I get lost in a someone else’s fiction

Wasting away at my own expense

Something is there, tucked away

Hidden in a game of scrabble

Some sort of message castaway