Anxiety
Triggered by a moments taste.
May damning thoughts be laid to waste.
Tortured by what might have been.
Painful memories now begin.
Imminent fear now takes its hold.
Scrofulous notions are left untold.
Fight or flight, the latter wins.
A sleight of hand, gone with the wind.
Finite empathy has been shown.
One last attempt must not be blown.
Lift your heart up to the sky.
God will hear your bitter cry.
Impending doom, a sinking ship.
Please hang on try not to slip.
Apply your strength and carry on.
The witching hour is almost gone.
Amidst the Barbaric heathen hordes
Mordacious majesty’s scrofulous swords
Corroding cathedrals in the morning mist
Rampageous residuals that we must resist
In the valleys of darkness, my soul savors still
For the bloodstained moon begins her spill
The ruffled red rains down upon the tombstones
As the Kings and Queens sit upon their thrones
The lecherous Lords satisfyingly seduce
The mawkish women that are on the loose
Marauding minstrels that strangle the streets
In the valley of shadows where the darkness meets.
May.12.2017
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