angst cycle (iii)
[I] (i)

i’m still in the emotional shit
somewhere inside
there’s a pool
slowly filling
and at some awkward moment
the level reaches the draining point

and i’ll be doing something
god knows what
just now it’s waiting for the metro
and the drawing point is reached
and my calm is shat on
from equanimity to hassle
from peace to grief
from still to storm
the sanity’s disturbed
a natural distress
but a fucking pain

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