anxious feeling
in my guts
gnawing
at any sense
of peace
that may try
and find purchase
in the barren soil
of soul wrenching
torment

all the king’s soldiers
and all the king’s men
couldn’t put the fool
back into a semblance
of normal again

teetering
at the brink
of mental collapse
like the stock market
circa
two thousand and eight

all hail discordia
all hail misery
all hail poetry

it all hates peace