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FallingAwake2

Been avoiding sleep

for a fear of the future,

while rushing sleep

for the day to be over-

so I sleep in increments.

 

But, I wake to the beating

of my anxious heart,

and to the shallow breaths

from the weight on my chest,

to my knotted stomach 

From eating it’s pain…

 

But no matter what I do,

nightmares come seeping through.

So I knock at every door

till my knuckles bleed,

begging for a professional

to listen to my confessional.

And I’ve been yelling:

“help me before I hurt someone.”

  • Author: FallingAwake2 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 14th, 2023 22:35
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 4
  • Users favorite of this poem: jarcher54
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  • jarcher54

    The word "sad" is a poem all by itself, but your three stanzas are beautiful because they are so real, so relatable, so honest... and pretty damn brave.



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