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Anonymous 1


Lying awake, trapped in my mind,

Each thought a bouncing ball. 

One ball falls, another bounces up 

Control them, I say. 

I try. 


They’re coming thick and fast now, 

I can’t volley them down. 

Faster and faster, make them go away. 

Try harder, I say. 

I try. 


The balls inflate, leaving less and less space

Struggling for air now, I need them to burst

Suffocated in my own mind,  longing for quiet and calm. 

Breathe, I say. 

I try. 


In physical presence, yet so alone. 

Share it I say, I can’t. 

February 2021.

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