Final Diagnosis

There is a small hole in my back and no matter which way I toss or turn I cannot seem to fill it. I will walk and walk and walk but it will still be empty it will still be missing. I will walk to the end of the earth to find it again Fear for me is not terror. It’s an itch on the very edges of my shoulders that will not leave I have scratched off the top layers of my skin trying when it comes I am an inch shorter and a foot smaller and when it puts its hands on my face I can’t bear to look away my fear is sleepless nights staring at a clock that ticks down to zero whenever it reaches the end I am convinced that the world will end but it hasn’t yet I just reset the clock and roll over and over again maybe next time the world will finally start to break apart I think about time every time time happens my mind loves to remind me again and again repeating lines for emphasis that I am running out my heart is too fast and my hands are too slow my breathing is somewhere in the middle I am looking for something I lost long ago I will walk to the end of the earth to find it again I will walk to the end of the earth to find my peace

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