Life Makes Me Anxious

The sheer thought of a universe–

Crashes down on my shoulders

Like a large body on an old mattress.

It’s flows, forgetting to ebb

And steals away my breath

Continuous waves, crippling my neck.

Because in that universe is a diversity–

Burrowing into our perceptions of why

We are here, it scares me:

My fractured state; my fragmented fate.

Unearthly sorrow and undeniable angst

Controls my body’s anxiety-rage.

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