Like a hovering butterfly, sleep
Eludes me, until the dawn of day.
Running through my being
Anxiety prickles inside me.
Like a rushing waterfall in spring
My health is deteriorating by night.
Showing in my hands
Nerves cause a shake.
As the disease in my brain takes over
I learn to cope with the consequences.
Copyright Denise A White
Eludes me, until the dawn of day.
Running through my being
Anxiety prickles inside me.
Like a rushing waterfall in spring
My health is deteriorating by night.
Showing in my hands
Nerves cause a shake.
As the disease in my brain takes over
I learn to cope with the consequences.
Copyright Denise A White
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