And how the darkness creeps in.
Shading the world
anxiety grips
like a whalebone corset.
The once steady hands
riddled with tremors.
The muderous tide
of thoughts
soak you to the bone.
The cold sweat-
sleep broken
from the threat of a dream.
And then the morning breaks
with the treacherous
light of the sun
you look for escape,
but there is none.
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