The nerves are twisting into pretzel

The nerves are twisting into pretzel

Alone again tonight

The nerves are twisting into pretzel

Thinking,thinking ,still as a mouse in

My thorny bed,unable find the peace

Sleep not in the wind

Long overdue,missing in action

The eyes are closed ,but open wide

And when he comes it more nightmarish kind

The night seem endless chain of disappointments

Too long for me to bear the burden of the solitude

I wish it will be over soon and sunlight would disperse

The shadows,dancing ominously in the room

I have the difficulty coping 

Seeking the comfort of your body 

Not finding,writhing in the pain

The nerves are twisting into pretzel

by Margaret Gudkov

art by F.A Moore