Spiral Stair Cage

“I’m so tired”, I whisper.

As my head slouches low.

Caged in my mind.

Twisted and twined.

As I try to let go.

 

Just do [this].

Or just do [that].

Absent… of empathy.

Devoid… of sympathy.

As I spiral into the black.

 

I SCREAM OUT IN ANGER!

And again to check my heart.

But the treadmill keeps going.

And the sweat keeps rolling.

As I stumble through the dark.

 

Anxiety it seems.

Has a purpose or a dream.

To cloud my head.

Or increase my dread.

Nothing anymore… is as it seems.