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Anxiety at it's finest

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I.

These things are funny.
Small things.
Humming in the rafters,
Darts between the eyes.

The occasional grunt and sniffle
of the living beings
all around...

I never allow the world to be
SILENT.
Then again, no one does.

In silence, you will hear
RACING THOUGHTS
FOOTSTEPS
HEARTBEATS.

Never silence.
Silence is not heard.
Nor is it sensed, or felt.

One day, silence will speak.

II.

There was a day
and in that day was a rooster
and that rooster ate a worm
who had eaten
dirt

Eaten the dirt
of a kind man;
Kind, sweet, soft, decayed
placed delicately into the earth

on a bright summer day
or a cool winter's morning
or a blustery spring afternoon,
or a foggy autumn evening.
I'm not sure.

But the worm ate him this morning,
and the rooster ate him
and I ate him
with my mid-day lunch.

There was a day
much like today
yesterday

III.

MUCH LIKE

too much like
almost enough like to kill a
man who feels very LIKE.

It's never easy,
being like.

You toss and turn
and roll in your sleep,
if sleep comes by morning.
And if it doesn't,

You are like all night.

So VERY like.
Like enough to make people
cringe.

You should NOT be like because you should be you and not like.

LIKE is like leprosy.
No one likes the one who is like the likeness
of leprosy.

These are little poems that I wrote on scrap pieces of paper in the library as I had my first panic attack at my university. They usually happen at home, so it was odd. These came out of it because I needed to do something.

That's ONE way to cure writer's block...
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ef-barber
Part II is really stunning <3