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Night streaming black and cold
encircling my heart,
imprisoned,
releasing panicked nervous winged creatures
hampered in escape.
It burns,
it pricks my anxiety and sends me below,
dark and foreboding,
restless endangered sleep.
Wandering through efforts at planned positivity I falter on honesty.
Progression stalemate.
Stale, mate.
Pushing forward leads me sideways,
contemplating reasons,
analysing methods,
hopefully healed,
negotiating the persistant pump of adrenalin terror to the muscle that I cannot fathom.
Sick awake.
No escape.