“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.