By Jane Rain
Date: 2010 Jan 20
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Unwanted Constant

Incessant pounding
Drives me
To the brink of madness.
I want to bury my head
Into my pillow
Until it stops.
How much longer now?
I breathe,
Deep and slow.
On it goes...
Closed eyes on the prize:
They open without permission.
How many things can dash across my
Mind without tiring?
Is there nothing to slow it;
Not one thing to help?
Every night without fail.
It is the single thing I can
Depend on.
Why this?
Why not you/us?