Typical Turmoil
Underlying stress
That I fail to address
Haunts me evermore.
Peeping out of pores
Like unlocked doors.
Gathering below eyes
As vultures in countenance's sky.
Presence, lurk no further.
For these burdens, I can no longer bear.
My debts of time cannot be repaid.
Anxiety, villian unseen,
Even when lids meet
Stalks weary dreams.
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