Pressure

Now
I sleep a lot
but the mind doesn't stop
flushing the poison through my heart
spitting bad memories
like falling stars
choking on the past

Are there some things
time never heals--
the revelations at 3 am
thought snakes
coiling and uncoiling
waiting to feast on my soul

I have searched for God
but there is only my Devil
hiding under the bed
the master of fear
life's angriest prophet
screaming difficult times ahead