Sunday, April 24, 2016
Solicitude upon solitude trample thine conscience,
As sleepy days of dread pursue sleepless nights abound.
The rest of time filled with malady and painful tenderness
While time of rest vie to haunt thee with disquietude.
When one worry is vanquished one more supplants it,
In a vast sea of angst, uncertainty and apprehension.
The tension holds you together then compressing,
Until it breaks you down mockingly.
There lie the pieces shattered on the floor,
Of you, what it once was.