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itchy skin that tingles as time goes by
shadowy movements flit on the edge of eye
dubious illusions confuse the clear
jerking knee , scratch that habit,lobe of ear
between the lines there is something there
turn your head to a creak upon the stair
that momentary feeling called despair
isolated in clouds of mist
fingers ache clinging to the precipice
no allies no friends,
the reassuring arm that mother extends
the chill of cold, whisper of fear
the moment of decision draws near
advance , retreat even capitulate
the mindgames play while you wait
and wait and wait................

WG

trust your judgement and assesment of ME.