Anxiety

by Daulton Dickey

Emptiness: the sorrow of bloom; despair: the excitement of emotions
Collapsing like waves over you
They slam into you and push you through the vortex of vertices pinpointing
The moment of derision, when
Everything split open and the illusion of meaning vanished into the swelling
Carcass of immortality,
That bitch of a delusion carved
From the fruits of fear and uncertainty; Anxiety: the rush of gloom in full
Bloom as it traces the history
Of the genealogy locked inside the generations of information swirling inside
You, passing through your
Heart and racing to your brain, and fueling the emptiness as it wilts and decays.

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