“Rest”

I don’t understand,
I don’t comprehend
This ‘rest’ that you speak of
My brain upends.

Foreign tongues don’t make sense
In blind repetition,
Immersion’s what’s best
For inspired recognition

“Rest makes me vomit.
Rest means I'm weak.
Rest means I’m useless,
Defenseless, obscene.

To be futile is death
No product to show
For the end of my day
row, Row, ROW!”

Even when wanted,
I do not know how.
To stop, like a shark,
Means death, somehow.

I sit and I’m restless
In quiet, I scream!
Why is it so painful
To BE in this scene?