anxiety
sits upon
my chest
weighted blackness
seeps though
to my veins
a cloud of doom
pressing in
all around

aprehension
sets in
heavy curtain
drawn tighter
thick grey vapors
blocking blue
giving life
to the grave
whithering hope

paranoia
going forward
to death’s door
feeling doom
getting thicker
no air
encroaching
upon even
the sound mind

slurping
sound of rubber
on water
fists white
hold the circle
contemplating
to use the phone
just to say
i always meant

if i cannot
tell them
goodbye
please express
the oft hid
emotion locked up
in my breast
no matter what
i loved

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