The constraints of time

drive me to the edge of madness.

No time to sleep,

no time to eat.

Time only to release from within

ans watch with maddening fear

the fury of time rush by.

Stop time!

Let me catch my breath.

Let my hear skip a beat

and my body break down

before my soul.

Mother Earth is the torture chamber

of the human spirit,

preying relentlessly

on fears and instability.

Thoughts, words, letters

weight heavily

on these world-weary shoulders

and threaten to bury me alive.

Breath. O breath

and beating heart–

give life to this

desolate, desperate shell.

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