In Thin Air: The Day Anxiety Died

Just a weird poem that I wrote in my nightly dream stupor...

Damn you, mistakes I've made.
You never really wanted to help me, did you?
You, a course for learning
But it knocked me hard
And I fell concrete
To the ground beneath

The mirage ahead
Like watching years stolen from me
Echo transient tones of hope and happy
Out of reach

I reach for it and then fall back
Reach for it, then fall back.

Learn to trust my instincts
And not what you tell me
When you whisper 'you're afraid'

Where do you go when I'm gone?
Stirring up fear among the throngs?
Like the ocean to a hurricane
Strengthened and made haste,
And then you return to taunt me.

In the hollow, motionless air
Dozing in my electric chair
Mirage's water, my death sentence
Only takes one sip
To conduct a deadly bolt
Into the center of me

What could be worse?
So I sit and thirst,
Sit and thirst,
Until I know that which is worst.

Drink up, drink up,
Pick up the challenge.
Ride out the pain.
It is not in vain.

For the first time, for me.
Fearlessness in its infancy,
Waiting to be received.
Jolted by the powerlessness
Of all that I had believed.

And the hurricane loses its strength
When landfall it knows
An even exchange of fatal blows
And the cloudy shadow of fear
To vanish in thin air.

Wouldn't that be grand?
I could hardly stand
To imagine such ruminant patterns
Of mystical Saturns
And fairytale freelance editors
Buzzing around the watercooler trapdoors
Where there was made a small wager
A bet against nature.
And failure precluded,
There was a document drawn
Signed by the Moon at dawn

It was the satellite's ruling
That fight or flight be banished
(Under all circumstance excluding risk of death)
So the fearmonger was famished,
Starved of nutrition
Cut off from its kitchen.
And with no one to eat,
In a day, anxiety died.