Rattled nerves bring crazy plans,
Uncertainty and
A shortage of helping hands.

Whispering mouths inside crowds,
Spreading lies around
Makes staring eyes feel like sounds.

Click click in the hidden head,
Growing strong anger
See nothing but darkened red.

Cry out for help with
No time for the unstable,
Luck decides the fate
And yet I choose the fable.

Shivering hates’ hold
Hits like a shower of cold,
Wholly sobering
Impacts of bold rage droplets.

Broken is the mind
With toiling misery’s whine,
I am unstable.

With that I am fine.

-Jeremy Edward Dion

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