Abandon in Aberancy
Strange,
thoughts.
haunt
every
breath
I
take...(?)
I can feel my brain
racing around the track
of nervous anxiety,
derailing into a cess-
pool of phantom
thoughts.
Anxiety picks at my
brain like a vulture.
It itches like an
infected splinter, like
a ghost compelled to
haunt
every waking hour of
my life. It's annoying
and uncontrollable,
like constant hiccups.
But, still, it's as if
every
day the splinter digs
a little bit deeper, like
a worm drilling holes
into precious and pure
thoughts. I watch my
breath
swirl in misty white
clouds against the
frigid winter air. I
wonder when my mind
will feel the same.
I
think numb would be oh-so
preferrable to this
self-induced, fear coerced
hell. I find myself thinking;
How much more can I
take...(?)
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