The Big Race
Thoughts are racing through my tired head, as I lay here anxious and alone in bed.
Thoughts are racing trying to win, to determine my actions but will I give in?
Thoughts continue to race all through my brain, feeding my internal struggle making it harder to contain.
Thoughts are racing all over the place, resulting in this tired, worried face.
Thoughts still racing just look deep into my eyes, expose all this fear I've been trying to disguise.
My mind is becoming a terrifying place, I begin to tremble inside.
Like a child under the covers I desperately hide.
Thoughts finally slowing down drugs beginning to "kick" in,
These thoughts have lost tonight but tomorrow who'll win?
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This poem was written years ago while I was lying awake in bed. I suffer from anxiety disorder and sometimes it is nearly impossible to fall asleep at night. So one night I decided to write about what was happening.