Troubling thoughts unwind like a serpent
And I let the reality slip into unseen horrors
Friends and foes are equally forgotten
And what remains is a deep fear
Anxiety runs wild like a racing car
The pit in my stomach burns hard
Guilt creeps over me like a worm
It's a fathomless hole of misery
It's eating my conscience day by day
The lethargic energy that's pulsing through me
Making me feel so helpless
And guilty of the things I should be doing
I am scared I am losing it
The thin and delicate thread of sanity
That connects me to the outside world
And keeps me in “acceptable” norms
And here I sit wondering about yesterday's me
Who could spin word spirals with joyful precision
And dream happy confident dreams
I guess that me is dead, at least for today!
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