FAMILIAR

FAMILIAR

 

That familiar feeling

Of hyperfocus, drawing

Back bent, fingers breaking

For hours.

Art is your only therapy

Against wickedly hammering

Anxiety, bludgeoning you while

You scream “STOP IT” repeatedly

But the sledgehammer descends

Incessantly

It’s not something you drown

Out with coffee

Tea can only numb you shortly

Music provides an escape shortcut

To wonderland, the absence

Showing nightmare realities

There is no cure for

My anxieties

My medication turned me

Crazier

Valium slumped me

In sloth like stupor

I am lazier

There isn’t any other

Option but to wait

It out like a fever

Or drink it down to

Inebriation

Where vomiting makes you

Weaker, sadder

There is no cure for

This I’ll just rot in the

Jitters, then

-achalcyon

 

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