Worries take control of my vulnerable mind,
like mosquitoes colonizing my brain.
The swarm feeds on logical thoughts,
fulfilling their monstrous pleasures.
The parasites bite and suck until
they've made my conscience their home.
My body is under their command.
Panic like poison is pumped through my veins
and my breaths come short and sharp
so that it feels as if I'm choking
while drowning in tears that sting
my eyes on a head that aches
and I grip my arms as I scream
inside for the swarm to leave, but
No. Still they steal my certainties.
I let them consume me as I lie there,
like a wounded child, in foetal position.
I lie in a familiar, disconnected self.
Even when they've flown away, I know
the swarm will return. They always do.
Worries take control of my vulnerable mind.