Panic sets in
late at night
and hours tick by
as I close my eyes
yet sleep evades
as I wait
and wait
Worries flood
though the brain
and the low hum
of stress
goes on and on
6am… hurry up
and release me
from this hell
poetry
Gideon’s Challenge
Gideon’s Challenge
Gideon’s Challenge
Gideon’s Challenge
Head Trauma
A memory
full of holes
like wood
eaten through
by termites
time lost
worn away
as water
wears away
at the edges
of each hole
until memories
become lost
disjointed
and broken




