insane worry again

in the thunderstorm rhythm so hard to ignore
needles and pins running down my spine
silver stars blocking portions of vision
accepting the fact i am meant to ache
number of times i attempt to make it stop is large
equal to the racing heartbeat i dwell under
while each five minutes seems to take forever
only the dryness of my mouth doesn’t last
recovering just in time to sweat back into pain
refractions of reality through the impact of
yearning to feel something besides this again
after all that has happened i just hope to
get a few pleasant hours before i fade off once more
and i can sense myself phasing out of existence
if i can somehow keep the vision of you in my mind
none of this hurt is as bad

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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