Anxiety pulsing
Through your body.
Your worst fears
Are realized.
Nothing can be done.
The gun has been loaded.
The target is you.
Cute Video Game Character
Your mind wanders.
Thoughts take a turn.
Go down the hole
Of characters
And their traits
That you prefer.
Anxiety Suppression
To deny it exists.
I would rather acknowledge
And ignore it.
That way
When it blows up
I can totally have seen it coming.
Good Intentions
Trying to make things work.
Pushing through barriers.
Hitting the wall
hoping for it to fall.
Keep going
because no other plan comes to mind.
False Deadlines
The time is coming.
The task still needs to be done.
Yet, the consequences are minimal
If not none.
So do I need to adhere to this self imposed deadline.
Outside voices say, yes, discipline must be maintained.
Whereas my inner voice goes
Just ignore it.
You can hyper focus on something else instead.
Toilet Time
A leak.
It drips.
Above the kitchen cupboards.
Maintenance is called.
Plumber swears.
Overtime ensues.
The stench lingers
But at least he cleaned up most of the mess.
It is safe to use once again.
Under Pressure
Mental block.
Extreme emotional guilt.
Physically sick.
Why?
Why can I not get this simple task done?
Not sorry
On purpose.
Pranks gone wrong.
The cat purrs in my ear.
I will always love you.
Creepy Stalker Dude
His motivations I could see.
His struggles were perilous.
Stockholm syndrome?
Or merely sympathizing with someone
who was hurt
and was going through a very harsh time.
No explanation seems adequate
when I say I love him
and I understand why he was obsessed with her
and did the things he did.
No harm came from his actions
except loss of friends
and self esteem,
which is why
I decided to stand beside him.
He is my friend.
Burnt
Toasted
And baked.
The thunderstorm
Is welcome
For this
Burnt potato
I used
To call
My body.
Now
It is just
A husk.
