Bright eyed and gripped by panic.
Enough nervous energy to keep me manic.
As sand shifts and times change,
I wonder what will come to pass.
Will tomorrow be an improvement on yesterday?
Rather than it be another notch further into this quagmire.
Feeling light headed and dizzy.
Chattering without saying anything.
Cynicism becoming the world.
Rage-baiting continuously hurled.
Want to shield from all this constant negativity.
Need to escape from this asylum ran by its patients.
Hand grenades and tantrum parades.
Watching in real time as terror sinks in.
Car crash unfolding in slow motion.
Don’t want my life to follow in devotion.
Commit treason against my peace and quiet.
I’ll sever my only line if it means there’s a chance to be fine.
Over stimulus to the nth degree.
Aggressively clinging to all parts of me.
Determined to not lose my smile.
Block out the weight of oppressive bile.
Shaking hands remind me of damage suffered.
I won’t let empathy become a distant memory.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 