Still reeling (albeit figuratively) after amidst realization... keys to apartment and 2009 Hyundai Sonata went missing

Yesterday August tenth year

two thousand and twenty one,

I experienced blitzkrieg of explosive panic

shattering an ordinarily calm veneer

me (a doubting Thomas) resorting to queer

re the higher power to rescue me sanity,

inducing absent appetite

and subsequent loss of weight

(think irritable bowels),

which shell shock spurred tête-à-tête

with divine creator yours truly did state

salvation to post traumatic stress

courtesy raging conflagration

within webbed wide world inside me pate.

Both yours truly and the missus

suffered major panic attack

analogous experiencing great fall

whereby figuratively our respective heads did crack

proxy war kickstarted incessantly bombarded

with blitzkrieg of emotional flak

bonafide doggone fusillade

without rhyme nor reason knick knack

rained down and thundered paddywhack

futile against railing training expert bombardier,

(no matter gunnery pro inside my head)

raining one after another blow,

I quickly lost track

impossible mission regarding wrack

con a sense, thus yak... yak... yak...

Continues poetaster describing his arc

of woe spiraling into endless anguish
and thinking worst case scenario did seize

thought processes, whereby

an unsuspecting individual found

and pocketed our treasured keys,

which would allow, enable and provide him/her

to steal aforementioned vehicle

and/or perhaps even access entrance
to apartment unit b44

threatening/killing both of us

referring to das scribe and his wife.

No such tragedy occurred
only rather humdrum end to saga
because wise

notion lodged itself

within sixty plus shades of gray matter (mine)

to rifle thru soiled clothes,
I hastily tossed into opened space

courtesy when bypass closet doors opened

and lo and behold sought after items beheld!