METANOIA; poetry.

sixteen

this is some kind of fever

but my body is not burning,

however,

I'm feeling restless.

Anxiety and melancholy are

tangled together.

I'm feeling breathless,

but I haven't been running.

I'm feeling sick,

sick of waiting for something

that will never come.

I'm feeling ready,

ready to stop waiting

and to start doing.

This is some kind of fever,

but my body is not burning,

however,

is this some side effect of

living?