The iron in my blood has grown too heavy The only sensation I have is anxiety: the about-to-jump uneasiness of limb without the adrenaline. The lump in your throat almost heartburn like heart ache but aches have faded to numbness. I'm dumb. And founded on this quiet existence of waiting for the next hill to climb. Wryly smiling at the slightest hint of a plateau and shattering its mirage. A barrage is barring the beatings of a heart that I've often questioned existentially in nights as dark as my thoughts and equally as empty. Every relief stands in cold contrast to all my other anxieties- building up their mounds to amounts unspeakable in the crowded, concentrated ball which has made it's way to my throat. It's heavy.