Akathisia

Wasting my time,

on the borderline, empty, 

I reach for the next second.

But each one I grasp,

traps me again,

time melts into my skin.

My cells are crawling away,

my stomach turns on itself.

my blood is pushing at my veins.

I try peeling off this human suit,

and crawl out this hallow cell,

searching for a more comfortable second.

I grind my teeth,

I fidget my hands,

I pace around.

The present remains unbearable.