My brain hit the ground running
fresh out of a nightmare.
The heart bleeds the anxiety out
through trembling arms.
Speeding across the track,
sprinting though there's no finish.
Trading one dread for another
just to momentarily rest jittery legs.
The competing runners
are all phantoms of me,
reminding I could be further
if not for myself.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
