Clutched By Anxiety

Unseen talon sharp claws...

dig deep into mine

psyche soft underbelly

piercing bedrock of

core (puss) being

akin to butter knife

slicing thru peanut

butter and jelly

unable to preserve

an iota of calm,

which eruption of cataclysmic

agitation analogous to a bomb

going off inside my head,

where a mishmash

of frenzied discombobulated

brainstorming angst doth glom,

whereat the "little boy"

inside this man

called for his mom,

who when this aging

"baby boomer" chap

just a kid and experienced

devastating, jarring,

and paralyzing tom

malt chew hiss in dom

mitt able inexplicable fear,

though NO obvious

danger threatened, NOR

warning signaled "BEWARE,"

nonetheless adrenaline

coursed from head

to toe as if clear

and present harm

lurked quite near,

inducing a host of

physiological fallout symptoms

darkly freighting this

sole son with nightmarish scare,

whereat no escape,

nor exit no matter

how fast a sprinting tear

found me running

mile a minute only

to end up nowhere,

except smackdab right

in the same place

in relation to despair,

which translates to mean...

yours truly could not

run and hide,

as quickly made clear

to me then, and now,

though at present

scores years older, the balm

courtesy of prescription

medication popped inside

mouth from palm

olive smoothed hands,

as if this teetotaler

betook himself prom

men aiding albeit

with tumblerful of liquor

getting feigning noggin all a jam

aware that nothing amiss,

would be evident,

sans lower gastrointestinal exam,

nonetheless diet

restricted to graham

crackers and broth

distilled from ham

hock, once again thwarting

vegetarian ambitions damn!