There's a pulling on my being
a tugging that's unyielding
worry crawling to my heart
a feeling not stopping
a Dictator ready to march
until it conquers all
leaving nothing untouched
a war within myself
a victory not meant for me
Slow breathing can not help
nor reassuring thoughts
only Death can be my savior
from insanity and loss
the pulling is always there
the scraping crawling will not stop
the battle rages
and this feeling continues on
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