Conscience in my brain
Driving me insane
Periodically, burning pains
Shooting throughout my veins
Dizzy, fuzzy, weak
Hard for me to speak
Limited experience
Leaving me in a quake
Words not said
My life left on read
Anger fueled decisions
Filling the inside of my head
Spring just beginning
I cannot pretend
So tired of starting
It has happened again
This time was different
The run left me slumped
Play was on defensive
Goal was just a set up
Timer stopped at nothing
Clock no longer running
No one cared enough
To keep it winded up
By: Robin L.A. Shaw
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