Current pain
Take it out, compass so plain
Anxiety so plain
coming in with the wind.
The shade of dim
Point your finger through it
Pin into balloon
Know pain it exists
Already planning it´s next visit soon
Make believe make pretend
Shoulders are vessels
Mind´s friction drips
wiley stress into them.
Anguish plays jump rope
your nerves partake
No mother to call it home
by dusk.
Know anguish
it´s rules and tusks
It´s an arsonist
You with the matches
Please greet it at the door.
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