"whirlwind"
I tell myself to forget but the dreams keep reoccurring
The funny thing is I am awake
Haunting thoughts seep in my pores like a sponge
Entering my bloodstream swinging my mood like a seesaw
I sturdy myself both hands against the wall through this emotional earthquake
My body may sleep but my mind is in a state of permanent insomnia
I yearn for complete hibernation
When will it come?
The waiting is torture
Soon I will find peace then my mind can finally rest
by: Bruce Mahnken
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