Poetry

Post #185 – Stolen Joy – A Poem

Nerves on edge

Anxiety rises

My flesh throbs

With each heartbeat

Too dark and silent

Tension permeates

Sleeplessness

Head pounding

Fearing another blindside

A premonition

I cannot shake

Haunting me nightly

I just want it to go away


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9 replies »

  1. It is indeed. Although, sometimes I wonder why I am still alive with all my suffering. But I embrace the joy given to me by the Lord. And, things are not quite as dim as they are at night. Wishing you Happy Holidays!

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