Thursday, 2 June 2011

Panic Attacks

I've been here a thousand times before,
And God knows I'll be here a million times more-
Collapsed on my knees, resolution in hand.

My spine gently sways me into stillness
Scattered around the room, the echoes of illness
Flutter insanely between my ignorant ears.

Words are beautiful little things but they
Are useless here, just familiar trembling stutters
So gorgeous fill the gaps only I know.

Flustered fingers reach for something
Even vaguely resembling reality, or unbelievable
Deity to hang onto and never ever let go.

The slow rhythm of relaxed but relentless
Blood flows through my soul, like a lullaby singing
Me into eternal slumber like a little princess.

But the cogs whir in my head, they turn
And tumble over each other in an attempt to be
Heard. But it's useless, I can't hear a word.

I've loved a thousand men before,
And God knows I'll love another million more-
Collapsed on my knees, heart in hand.

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