Trapped in perpetual irritation
Fleeting thoughts fuel anxious
Adrenalin soaked nightmares
Lost children, slow-motion escapes,
Dead-end alleys, dark
And darker
Triggers
The mind dances nightly
Lurching and halting into dawn
Unable to form the write
Sentence
Structure
Damnit,
Theories scratch the cortex
Nano-particles racing to surround
And smooth,
A nacreous encapsulation
Turning ugly memory
Iridescent
I am full of pearls now,
Choking instead of speaking
Slowly turning to stone…
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Of maidens, mothers, and crones; a life in poetry, unfinished 
Aw I can so relate to this poem… I love that you wrote this!
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Thanks…it sucks, right?
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