Today anxiety warps the mind
More than it did yesterday,
An existence whose soul
Fills itself with nothing–
Nothing outside or nothing inside
Except the dread of tomorrow.

Listlessness and fear intertwine
And undo the crux of certainty
As the physique shakes off the tremor
That holds the last drop of sense.
Chaos washes the senses that whirl
Riotously– freedom within prison walls.

Dead of body, dead of mind,
Alive only to coming disaster,
Yet unable to wrestle it
Nor able to foresuffer it
Is the man of many more generations,
Believe it or not.


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