Short in breath but deep in thought,
I stand and wonder when I had shot
Myself in the back 52 times
And submitted to choke by anxiety's vines.
Pale in color yet clad in sun,
Begging for the day to fade and be done;
I sit and sulk upon my perch,
Eyes glassed over and mulling over words.
Nervous system, set me free
From the trials my mind keeps conjuring.
Take away my sight and sound,
Reset my heart; make the silence loud.
