Written January 31, 2010

If you watched me in my sleep,
would you see the conflict in my face?
Lines forged by stress,
bad chemicals react again.
One touch: your connection
inhibits the breakdown.

Tell me that this is not in vain.
Tell me that this could all be good.

My heart hurts with every rogue thought.
I fear it may fail within the year,
as life teeters on the edge of unbridled collapse.
Dive into my dreams
that I never want to escape:
the fantastic arealities that I would trade
if not to face these ghosts again.

I can’t flee their clutches
I can’t shake off the ice.

I may very well die this time.

A dreamless sleep:

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