The shades fall; black and cold
shakes start to take hold
can't escape, eyes dart across vacant faces
my feverish heart aches, chest pounds; hitting all the wrong places
thudding like a tribal war drum - only the beat is out of sync
on the brink, my eyes blink
Feels like the edge of a breakdown, like looking at oblivion through a dust cloud
my thoughts are too loud
panic stricken, eyes itch, hands twitch, feel my pulse quicken
fear feels like a melted clock face, the hands wildly race around; as adrenaline kicks in
want to shake the thoughts free
but they consume me, a prisoner of anxiety
it takes all my focus to remember how to breathe
counting 1 to 10, gives a brief taste of relief
I pick a song to tune out the grind
take a second to close the blinds
relax into the oceans of sound that you find
learn to breathe again, and remember that its just a state of mind
The shades start to lift; panic starts to shift
the shakes dull down, the twitches start to drift
The war drum slows, thuds now just background noise in the shadows
as my head hits the pillow, I can close my eyes and dream of tomorrow
Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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