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Not My Time
Panic envelops
It will not let me rest
Suffocates my breathing
Heavy pounding in my chest
Wrangling with my sheets
In a cold and clammy sweat
Hating myself again
Addictive actions I regret
Dependence on this vice
It’s death that I cry for
Half asleep in my agony
A shallow knock upon my door
I call out “just a minute”
But my voice is unheard
Still there is a rapping
Eyes half open, vision blurred
I yell now “I am coming!”
Try to rise but feel distraught
Then my mother’s angelic voice
Whispers softly “No you’re not”
It will not let me rest
Suffocates my breathing
Heavy pounding in my chest
Wrangling with my sheets
In a cold and clammy sweat
Hating myself again
Addictive actions I regret
Dependence on this vice
It’s death that I cry for
Half asleep in my agony
A shallow knock upon my door
I call out “just a minute”
But my voice is unheard
Still there is a rapping
Eyes half open, vision blurred
I yell now “I am coming!”
Try to rise but feel distraught
Then my mother’s angelic voice
Whispers softly “No you’re not”
Published 5th Apr 2017
| Edited 12th Jan 2021
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5th Apr 2017 2:57pm
Wow! What a final stanza! Thus gave me chills, Mel. Our loved ones are always with us.
5th Apr 2017 3:28pm
I believe that wholeheartedly Ahavati. True story and I believe she saved my life that night.
5th Apr 2017 9:24pm
6th Apr 2017 11:12pm
voices of the past have a habit of saving us from ourselves :-)
fine work :-)
fine work :-)
15th Apr 2017 5:48am
"But my voice is unheard.
Still there is a rapping
Eyes half open, vision blurred"
Brilliant!
Still there is a rapping
Eyes half open, vision blurred"
Brilliant!
15th Apr 2017 4:06pm
