My friend named Jess
Failed her test
Which sent her spiraling into insanity
Look she’s hiding in the corner strangled by anxiety



My other friend (who we’ll call Ben) the businessmen
Lost his pen
So he couldn’t sign the contract
Steve did and wound up rich
So he killed that witch

Lost
No direction
Twisting, Turning, Bewildered
Frightened, Crying, Spinning, Eternal
Gone

Constantly turning, tripping on my own deficiency
On my knees tangled into my lack of confirmation, Each strangling rope tied to my imbecilic self
Nodding off when an intellectual avails commodious words
Flummoxed right and left by the barbarous webs of my muddled perception
Uprooting is not an option, For the webs constrict my judgment.
Superincumbent to the weight of the webs
Entering the depths
Drowning into my bitter conscious, The webs drag me into ignorance I must break free