no rhyme or reason and no way to slow
my heart as it races, the shakes in my hands
from waking it’s been this way
it’s how my life stands.
The triggers well known are nowhere in sight
so why do I feel like I’m ready to fight
that dark little knot in the pit of my gut
that screams I am guilty
no idea of what
There’s nowhere to run and there’s nowhere to hide
from my own insecurities, repression and pride
no way to distract
from the thoughts in my head
when the universe screams that I’m better off…….