Coiled in his head,
Waiting to strike
As soon as he fell back in the bed.
Self-loathing, work stress
And crushing expectations.
Fuel for cataclysmic fears,
Blown up by a toxic imagination.
You learn to cope
Or you descend into cyclical strife.
Battling your thoughts and your feelings
As you lose hope for a meaningful life.
There are medications
And therapists aplenty.
You have to muster the courage
Before you collapse because you’re empty.
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