Sleeping Pills

Closed eyes, calm breath,
Then a heart-wrenching flutter of awake.
Is it too quiet? Is the dawn too dark?
Utter stillness, waiting to feel the tremors.
Seconds pass, that seem like minutes.
The fear clutches longingly at heartstrings.
Only to be pushed back by the sigh of relief,
At the sound of a quiet, pensive breath.

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