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ANONYMOuS
Lying awake, trapped in my mind,
Each thought a bouncing ball.
One ball falls, another bounces up
Control them, I say.
I try.
They’re coming thick and fast now,
I can’t volley them down.
Faster and faster, make them go away.
Try harder, I say.
I try.
The balls inflate, leaving less and less space
Struggling for air now, I need them to burst
Suffocated in my own mind, longing for quiet and calm.
Breathe, I say.
I try.
In physical presence, yet so alone.
Share it I say, I can’t.
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February 2021.
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