Panic

Nerves

  jangled

Pocket full of change,

My words escape me.

       Thought fails me.

            Out of range.

I feel doom….

Impending and

   inevitable.

Excitable and

expendable,

     completely abnormal.

Lights flicker

On, off, on

     And Off again. 

No proper Place

to begin

Or end

Renewable fate.

mental gas masks

 Sometimes fail

      To filter out the

Invasion of negativity.

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