I’ve come to a sputter.
I cannot utter a breath without
feeling the walls in my head
caving in with distress.
I’m shivering from cold.
I’m tired and lack control.
My hands quivering
from the coffee
that was supposed to spark me.
And I’m telling myself to concentrate
but my brain won’t take the bait.
My mind won’t read
it will only writes in rhymes
to distract and quicken the time.
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