CAMELOT FANTASIES

Sometimes it hurts just to breathe
It feels so hard
Twisting of the knots in my tummy
Feels like a penetrating shard
Intensity of stress
Has made me doubt myself
All of this duress
Feel the need to scream welling
Need to thrust out
Shaking in stoicism
Awaiting recompense
Dislike it how my brain is dwelling
Worrisome thoughts have prevailed
Words have no merit
Need action to set sail
Awaiting another hour of suspense
Whilst the phone is in hand
Looking at the screen
Feel like a rubber band
Certain number is left unseen
Head is overthinking
Which inevitably causes spinning
So futile this suffocating
Ultimately no one is winning
Insomniacs battle counting
The minutes
The hours
Anxiety is another branch of fear
Wanting to breathe deeply
In hopes all will be fine
Allow it to ebb
To disappear
Looking forward
To viewing things
Seeing clear

~Divine