eric sundin

Turmoil churns nocturnally
contorted internally:

Flooded by angst at night
Clock on night table stands still
No way out, left or right!
While under thick blanket chill

After toss & turn til dawn
face the day, get a grip!
Though eyes blurred, facial hue wan
must try to right the ship

Rising in to the day’s noise
we must try to gather poise

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-wan = of an unnatural or sickly pallor; pallid

edited 06/14/22 1455