Masking

To still

Though I lay in bed,
Wanting somewhere else instead. 
My feet have no rest,
Planted on a single quest. 
My hands they shake,
Whenever I seem to wake. 
Bitten by a wicked thought, 
Horrid things it then brought. 
My eyes do not close, 
Planted there forever froze. 
My ears hear one sound,
A fake heartbeat from the ground. 
My heart is larger yet fading,
As these times continue wading.
Though I lay in bed,
Wanting somewhere else instead. 
I call myself to still.

  • Author: Thinker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2022 18:25
  • Category: Unclassified
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