Rumination

Anxiety 
Die in me
Subcutaneous illumination
Lost to the outer radiation.

Anxiety 
Die in me
The chronometer chokes with ghastly hands
Laced around my larynx.
As my nerves grasp the bedsheets
Tearing twin threads into tatters

Turning torn strips into tether’s end 
Lost in the labyrinth of rumination.
Ruination and whispered desperation

Like Sisyphus, I shove the stone of dread.
Only to see it roll back, crush my head.

There goes my broken TV.
A black hole sucking consciousness
Smashed under the weight of worry.
My boombox without batteries
Refusing to sing, killed by manic panic.
My crashed computer full of sick
Pixels burning my retina.
Defenestrated 
I have seen too much.

Anxiety 
Die in me
Oblivion, my sight. 
I close my eyes.
I cannot close my eyes.
Missing pieces of sleep 
Blue light tablet
Labatt’s and screens
Interfering with the serene scene

Anxiety 
Die in me 
I have no high in me.
below the floorboards.
Underneath the scoreboard
I got no fight in me.
Anxiety

Laugh, lie, cry inside.
No carefree sighs from me
But all this rye in me
Fractured bottles spying me.
Anxiety
Die in me

Drink
Stand up.
Drink
Sit down.
Drink 
Speak out.
Drink
Shut up

Anxiety
Die in me
Leave me empty and free.
Standing still in tranquil seas
Under the water, carry the water.
But remove water…
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