Journey

Saturday, 4 August 2007

Unease

It's not right,
I can feel it.
The tears are burning,
But they're not falling.

My gut is twisting,
Apprehension and distress.
My mouth is dry,
Words without sound.

My eyes are tired,
Lids heavy and wanting.
My breathing is laboured,
Heart and lungs dysfunctional.

I can feel it,
Something very wrong.
Tears burn my eyes,
And they're not falling.

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