Low grinding
A purring underneath

Prods me to think
Far into the future
Each scenario examined

I fight to live for now
This moment
As a I breathe

The crushing weight of reality
And pseudo fortune telling
Suffocating me

I slow down time
Lower its blood pressure
Gather my thoughts

But, they cloud above me
In a gray tempest
My chest tightens

Guilt for ingratitude
Feet like bricks
My bed beckons me

A tortured sleep
With vivid dreams
Waffling scenarios play

No hope for closure

My only hope?


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  1. littleannab says:

    Reblogged this on Little Anna B (Anna Bianca) .


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