Anxious Plans
A poem inspired by anxiety.
By Kris LelielPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Lost to ambiguity,
I’m nothing.
Obstacles with no substance
nor logic conquer all.
Circumstances are conspiracies.
My anger’s self-righteousness
must win the war.
All in life plans to witness
my reactivity and self-destruction
because, of course,
the world revolves around my demise;
saying otherwise is a risky lie.
Lost to ambiguity,
I’m a loser
blaming others
in the midst of the evidence
revealing that my past
isn’t synonymous with my future,
but relative to present pain.
I’m a hair trigger without a cause
accusing whoever fits my narrative
because, of course,
the world revolves around the demise
of my beautiful, creative mind
sewing fiction with pain
time after time.
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