ANXIETY

An unsettled mind never rests like a ship captain manning a weathered wheel, struggling to maintain control against a tempestuous ocean. As gales of wind rip the air slicing the ships sails like airborne razors. While the thunder, hops and zips around bursting through the air at such a miraculous speeds. For This unholy ocean, has collided with a star-crossed night. The sails buckle, as the masses fall, swallowed deep within the gallows of the night. Title waves swell in the distance, sixty maybe a hundred feet tall. The captain, grips the weathered wheel, as he rests his head to pray. Knowing, wholeheartedly, he fought his best today. He doesn’t yield, no, captains don’t back down. he stands tall, grips the wheel with firmer grip, and buries his feet in their place. As soon as his heels touch, the gigantic waves swoon in and pound the captains vessel, blow after blow, relentless in their assault. His Heart racing, beating vigorously, drumming on his chest, like an angry giants fists, drumming against a forest floor. The last wave strikes true, only forcing itself upon the vessel like an unwanted assailant. As the barrel of the wave starts to fall inward, darkness finds harmony, satisfied in its expulsion of the lights efforts to find home. The captain, and his vessel, though fought valiantly; you see no more. ---Joseph Poliandro--- Anxiety.