Twinned with my malignant anger.
Dichotomy between different sides.
War within that never sees a victor.
If only a treaty could be satiate all sides.
But unease fills what should be periods of calm.
Jittering on the edge of blatant reflections.
Sick to my stomach from needing to vent.
Head goes swimming in buoyant fog.
Tingles racing through my nerve endings.
Exhausted by how much time I spend pretending.
Seeking signs where only obstacles lay.
Another dose of dread.
Trying to cross this ocean to where I hope peace resides for me.
Fixated on sequences that never fit.
Tailgating my own wishes to quit.
Negative sentiment clawing its way to the fore.
Speaking senseless riddles.
Hazards litter my hopes once more.
Carving out progress that’s been made.
Bright lights serving as possibilities continue to fade.
Fitful nights relinking issues at heart.
Tiresome routines emphasise my conflict.
Itching sensations become a tick.
Cures are lost before they can click.
If only I could evade repeating this sentiment.
Of seeking signs where only obstacles lay.
Another dose of strangled excitement.
Trying to cross this ocean to where I hope peace resides.
