Inside
Raging, rolling, doubling inward Collapsing inside of itself My feelings tell me I'm in crisis, But I look around and everything is still. How am I here? I feel like I'm somewhere else. Peace comes and goes like it was never here, The joy gone and replaced by cringing anxiousness, I feel I have made a mistake. What can I buy, what can I do, what can I fix, To mend this error of mine? I am not justified, and I must be, Especially when I am as lonely as I am. But I look around, and the air sighs, Dust settling everywhere because there is no storm to roll in and upset it. I blink and blink, processing my emotions, But there's too many feelings and too much to do. I dive under when the light comes out, And I resurface, shaking, when the light has gone stale. It feels to me like someone has gone and injected a syringe of burning agitation in my frontal lobe, Tearing the peace out and letting the toxin spread. What is it? Do I have to know? Can I just be rid of it? I am too old