Nerves
So now it's time to tremble once more.My hands do not obey me,
but my nerves.
They wind and twine around me,
round and round, shaking ground.
Strangles life.
But I fight myself,
and all that you did and didn't do,
that made the nerves crawl out,
and take control.
The days are counted.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-11-04 at 23:52
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