Anxious

                                    Anxious
         It is all too much, my thoughts overwhelming.
    They just don’t understand, fear gnaws incessantly.
This should not be way of the world, reality is denied.
        Battered by unseen eyes, I am like glass.
             Everything shatters, it all unravels.
                            by Nicholas Byrley


Posting before work this time. This one isn’t me so much, but I have known people with panic/anxiety attacks. It seems a terrifying thing.

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Regret

                                   Regret
I mourn myself, the man that never was.
Wasted breath and empty thoughts, potential always. squandered.
All my attempts have come up wanting, dreams passed to dust.
I am the fading echo, the aftershock of possibility.
For me purpose has fled, lost to an illspent past and uncaring world.
                           by Nicholas Byrley


Another evening with my phone, another poetic musing. I don’t think regret is all bad. Within it there is a catalyst for change, you just can’t let it consume you.