– before nobody –
The empty seats
As I recite my words
The theatre gone dark
I maintain composure
Feeling anxiety attack
Breathe.
Slowly enunciate
Tonguing those syllables
They way you taught me
I shouldn’t be here
No place for a writer
Rescue me from this stage
Semicolon – the garter belt of language
Panic attacks at the Waffle House
Smacked by anxiety first thing Christmas morn
Too much going on / overstimulation
My mind is no place to be so adorned
Quietly doing my best amidst the strife
Where can I go to firmly escape
Duties & pressure of this daily existence
This life hides hope behind heavy drapes
Some days you just have to save yourself
We’re born into a burdensome fatigue
Toiling away, clawing at abstract survival
But we’re all a little bush league
I’m not always the most logical
Taking a walk to subvert the paradigm
But I like to think I’m reasonable
Soft rain & crisp air embracing recovery time
Summer fades in our hearts
Though it’s still warm outside
We begin to look forward to
Autumn & beauty that coincides
The air will find a little chill
& we’ll see Winter on the attack
Soon, we’ll be yearning for heat
Wishing for seasons to cycle back
A palpable desire
Feeling it from deep within
Drowning my anxiety
Beneath 4 olives, vermouth & gin
Supposed to be a functioning adult
But I say bollocks to all that noise
It wasn’t all that long ago, still
Running the streets with the boys
Though I dress better now
The soul leaking through the cracks
My heart is a fragile commodity
Foreboding the oncoming attack
Captain Q 