The Arms of Sleep
Sitting in abject solitude,
I am all alone with my thoughts.
For devastated by your words,
I was abandoned, to their sting.
I can hear the thud of my heart,
racing to accommodate fear.
And its throbbing pulse is so loud,
I can't think of anything else.
Anxiety sends each heartbeat
pulsing and pounding in my ear.
And burning my cheeks with their heat,
tears flow to extinguish my pain.
I begin to question my worth,
cringing inside my wounded heart.
And sorting through my memories,
I slip into the arms of sleep.
(Blank Verse)
9/26/2017
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