Waking up is harder than it seems.
It's not the hourglass
it's not the dreams.

The thoughts are destroying my
calm.
Never again will I feel my feet
or keep a clean palm.

My hand trembles
it is now four going on five.
In the AM
reminding how I am alive.

Rather unfortunate
the red in my eyes.
Heart pounding faster
than a lover who lies.

A mother who dies,
then her daughter cries.
Knowing how slow
this everlasting night flies.

Going to bed is harder than
I want it to be.
Out of the time in the day missed
and living with
ANXIETY.