Losing Sleep

The lines on your forehead seem superficial,

And each syllable you utter sounds like a dismissal.

There once was a future for the young and angry,

Now there is just numbness storming the pantry.

The folds of your brain feel like a grand illusion,

And your fingers on my skin add to the confusion.

Am I sinking too fast, is this river way too deep?

I would reach for the oxygen, but I fear losing sleep.

-Jackie