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