November 19, 2009
By , Red Lion, PA
You grasp the sweat-stained sheets with clenched fists and pulsing veins,
Frustrations run high as the digital numbers blind- into your internal screams.
You feel as if death is at your door, waiting to consume your feeble mind,
Your hopes and dreams, family and friends, cold-bloodily leaving them behind.

Hopelessly you toss your helpless body, vulnerable due to endless weeks without sleep.
Eyes smolder, bloodshot and strained from countless, untallied weeps.
Stomach acid churning - beating itself upon your human walls,
Isolation, abandonment, no one can hear your blood-curdling calls.

Heart thumping like a herd of rhinos - you just want set free,
So many questions and not enough answers, oh what miserable suspensory.
You pray for relief, but to your disbelief, it's something you must live with, you see?

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Emokittiycut This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 24, 2010 at 4:17 pm
wow. ive actually had that happen before. i think around news years. i couldnt sleep for 5 days. i thought i was goin to go insane b/c i hadnt done anything to provoke that kind of behavior from myself. but i love ur poem. check out a few of mine and let me know wat ya think. lov it!! much appriciated.
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