Typical Turmoil

Underlying stress

That I fail to address

Haunts me evermore.

Peeping out of pores

Like unlocked doors. 

Gathering below eyes

As vultures in countenance's sky.

Presence, lurk no further. 

For these burdens, I can no longer bear.

My debts of time cannot be repaid.

Anxiety, villian unseen,

Even when lids meet 

Stalks weary dreams.


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