FallingAwake2

Hypervigilance

These knotted guts

eject my pulsating heart,

while I wait for my welfare

to imminently crumble– 

I’m lunging from my vessel.

 

I frantically survey for danger,

but the culprits remain covert–

I turn up empty on my basis.

 

But failing to subside, I wonder…

do the wires of my diagnosis

wrap me in incessant neurosis?

Or has  conditioning to trauma

trained my brain to fear?

 

Regardless I remain engulfed

by this looming devastation,

and my neck constantly aches

from looking over my shoulder.