Wake up in
the middle of the night.
Chest is
heaving from the fright.
Sheets are
wet from my sweat.
I try hard
to collect my breath.
Dreams of
some impending doom.
Open my eyes
to scan the room.
Nothing is
there to my surprise.
You pull me close
to ease my sighs.
Telling me
every thing will be alright.
I look
out the window
for mornings light.
The 50 year old poet 
When days passes like seconds, and the innerself feels at internal suicide.. ! But soon it will be all fitted into the piece of life
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sorry about that. I had a bit of an emotional meltdown today. but things are looking on the up 🙂 but still… a bit… hypertension
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