Tired beyond the measure of time.
Awakened by a silence,
Deafened by a pounding heart.
Palms sweaty, pulse racing,
No appetite for life,
The core hungering for understanding.
Lend your ear,
Hear the inner most turmoil.
Fears roll in and crash,
Like surf slapping at the sea wall.
To keep existence from drowning,
Find the lifeline in the undertow of denial.
© 1996 Tim D. Coulter Sr.