Fall

It is maddening at times, this beating in my chest.
To lie awake and feel the rhythmic thud,
smooth stones falling into cotton.
Cold sweat percolating on my skin
as I think,
it’s but a sound that keeps me here.
A fleshy, fragile tether from which I dangle,
between this world of the living
and oblivion

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  1. Susan Whitmore

    I love this! It is so spot on! I have experienced this many times!

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