Disturbed Sleep

3 Word Wednesday: Fragile Rampant Tremor

Thoughts occurred to me
then wouldn’t leave me.
Shaking me,
quaking deeply
before steadying to
a nauseating tremor,
at three in the morning.

Enter
my rampant paranoia
over things I can’t control
at an hour
it’s wholly unnatural
to be awake at.

Abruptly as it comes
Fear leaves me
staring, wide-eyed
trying to peace together
the fragile broken
sleep that was mined
for rest, not thinking.

About Shari Smothers

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