You lie still
trying to hide yourself from the continuos throbbing
moist and dark are the only characteristics of your immediate surroundings
the pounding continues
as you attempt to bury your face into your fluffy but damp pillow
the pulsating digs and claws
with each echoing thump
you consider your life, your problems
you look around the bare and empty room
your thoughts continue as does the throbbing
once again you roll over
attempting to hide and escape
feeling isolated and overwhelmed.
An excerpt from May 18, 1991
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