Every minute, waking and not, my mind races with nothing but thought,anxiety, and the need to see, everything witness, every truth, my heart so desperately looking for fallacies.
Every minute, waking and not,I seek explanation while so distraught, mind races back to the four year old me, not able to understand what he hears what he sees.
Every minute, waking and not, I feel my heart beat faster and throat get taught, my eye's start to tingle and I hold back the tears,for them I fear.
Every minute, waking, because sleeping I'm not, I question myself if I should continue or stop, or settle for comfort, a complacent rot.
Every minute, waking, because sleeping I'm not, looking in the mirror and seeing the lines stress has brought, false smiles, false laughs, and no forgiveness sought.
Every minute, waking, because sleeping I'm not, I take pride in being alive and everything I have taught, I live to serve even if it comprises being,self sacrifice is a small price to pay to teach the