Consumed

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I lay in bed
Begging to feel something.
Anything. Everything.

Consume me.

I plead to be awoken,
Even though I was never asleep.
I can't sleep when all I hear
Is the knocking in my head.
The thoughts, screaming,
Cracking my skull.

I close my eyes and plead
Again for an escape.
I pray to you, hoping
That you're listening.
Are you listening, oh Mighty One?
I know you are. I can feel you.
I feel your graceful breath on my neck, whispering to me.
Whispering wisdom.
Whispering peace.

Suddenly, the thoughts go quiet.
My brain is finally fast asleep,
Not worrying about what tomorrow shall or shall not bring.
I am no longer shaking in my bed,
Covered in sweat in tears.

I lay in bed,
The same way that I
shall do tomorrow.

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