Anxiety
Torment, or should I say
Angst
Chemical physical prank
Joke's on me
Suppose complaint's a waste
Other times, utter distaste
Disgust at lack of grace
Like the sound of rain
banging his face
against my windowpane...
Feel INSANE!
Relief when the feeling's replaced
by mundane
For a moment soul unstained...
...but ALWAYS untamed
And there IS no blame
These crazy games my claim to fame
As difficult to pronounce as MY NAME!
....and about as easy to change
Rack my brain,
but answers never ARE plain
Wax and wane
Love....
Pure disdain
Wonder what's productive
and what's in vain?
These days it seems to cherish me
like a blowhead loves cocaine.
Angst
Chemical physical prank
Joke's on me
Suppose complaint's a waste
Other times, utter distaste
Disgust at lack of grace
Like the sound of rain
banging his face
against my windowpane...
Feel INSANE!
Relief when the feeling's replaced
by mundane
For a moment soul unstained...
...but ALWAYS untamed
And there IS no blame
These crazy games my claim to fame
As difficult to pronounce as MY NAME!
....and about as easy to change
Rack my brain,
but answers never ARE plain
Wax and wane
Love....
Pure disdain
Wonder what's productive
and what's in vain?
These days it seems to cherish me
like a blowhead loves cocaine.
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