Approaching the edge
Of all I can stand
The last straw, with the wind
Has been plucked
From my hand
High atop
Animosity’s peak
Indignation
I boil and fume
Like a calm conflagration
Awaiting eruptions
Disaster event
I’m hellbent
On vertiginous slopes
Of descent
Into discontent trenches
Incensed apprehensions
Anxiety’s turbulent tides
Of depression
Subservient still
To its ties,
Inextricable
Licentious thrill
To lie with it at night
And ****
Any a pleasant dream
Tempting,
Tormenting me
With a promissory
Daily propensity
For apoplexy
Before even breakfast
Can further
Half-empty me