Chills and chest pounding
Pulse feels normal
Negative thoughts stewing
Festering –
Positive affirmations
Repeated in vain
Negativity pounds through me
Feeling the whole body
Shaking –
My hand holds steady
What is the shaking?
Negativity surging
Can’t sleep
Tossing and turning
My thoughts won’t stop
Thoughts worse than nightmares
Fighting –
Wishing to be held
Hugging, some comfort
Something to not feel
Alone in this world
Companions –
The pounding chest
It never ends
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 