The Arms of Sleep
Laying in quiet solitude;
I am all alone with my thoughts.
And devastated by your words,
I feel abandoned to their sting.
I hear the thudding of my heart,
racing to accommodate fear.
And my beating heart grows so loud,
I can't think of anything else.
Anxiety raises my pulse
till it's pounding on my eardrums.
And burning my cheeks with their heat,
tears flow to extinguish my pain.
I begin to question my worth,
crawling inside my broken heart.
And recalling fond memories,
I slip into the arms of sleep.
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