Nervous Energies

Static radio in my chest,

these familiar senses,

Heightened, frightened.

Being tightened; tenses.

All worn like a vest.

Vexed, perplexed,

More closely; hexed

Racing mind at midnight,

Thinking thoughts tirelessly,

Endlessly of entropy.

All comfort, except blight.

Worries, wanton woes

Woken by imaginary foes.

Problems all unsolvable,

While anything seems probable

A thought becomes awful possibilities, ricocheting.

Every scenario, endlessly analyzed. Constant debating,

Creating a cycle of decaying reason,

Grating a brain which is committing treason.

Anxiety defying me, supplying me with tricks.

Quietly sobriety subsides from me, slowly it slips.

Worsening the sitch, tonguing at the stitch.

Nervous energies really are a bitch.