Stirring
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?
Acceptance
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