incomplete words

anxiety
rocket fuel
coursing through
my insubstantiality
haven’t been able
to relax.

cooking. cleaning.
not writing.

incomplete words
keep me fretting.

trapped
in constant motion
yet no matter how
i try
never moving
where i desire.

not sure how
i fucked it all up
but the
raw nerves
lit up
with crackling burst
of doubt
and self hatred
assure me,

i did.

so much anxiety
rocket fuel
i need to feel
substantial
not just a ghost
tattered
clinging
to a world
that has no interest.

incomplete words
a forgotten fool
left to fret
in an encroaching
blizzard
of his own failings.

please
make me
whole
even if for only
a moment.

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