Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Worry is My Second Name

The minutes roll on to centuries as time slips through my fingers.
I have my heart in my mouth, my strength continually sinking to my feet.
I toss and turn, restless; consumed by anxiety as night after night sleep escapes me.
My head spins in circles as I wake to greet the sunrise day after day,
With pulsating beats and fragile limbs I creep through the days like a lurking spirit.
I feel no more myself.

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