Restless

Wind and kick,
ache and twitch,
restless, electric…
It provokes my sanity.
It radiates from inside.
A ball that grows in intensity
and never stops building.
A movement makes it burst
into tentacles that surge down and around my bones.
Clench.
Hold.
Loosen.
Wind.
Losing my mind.
Squeeze.
Surge.
Color bursts and disappears.
Start over again.
Now, do it a million times.
An endless cycle of surges
and twitching.
My sanity slips some more.
Stand.
Turn.
Stretch.
Bend.
Dig.
Rub.
Medicate.
No such thing as rest.
Sleep eludes me.
Shavasana is only a dream.