Friday, 2 October 2015

Anxiety

The rock in my ribs robs me of sleep
Solid and unyielding,
In the stillness
No quiet mind, no quiet time.
Tick tick goes the clock
Like a heart
Carrying away hope with every beat
Wave after wave after wave after wave
It is a tide that does not go out
The rock in my ribs robs me of sleep


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