Anxiety: A Prose-Poem
Time ticks like a torrential downpour over doom-struck lightning Tick Boom, Tick Boom, Tick Boom, crashing on the floor to never be repaired Reading Haunting Adeline with the residue of sweat trickling from chaos Losing track of the surroundings, running a surveillance check Everything to completion while contemplating what peace feels like Without the index and middle finger meeting in false sentiment
