Chin up

Fear whips through,
a nuclear wind
dissolving resolve
on contact.

Dread seeps in,
rising black water
drowning pleasure
as it sleeps.

I nod, I grin,
I do what I can
to pass muster and time.

I awake, I begin,
cattle-prodding my
body on down the line.

The mechanism creaks as it chews itself up.
The orchestra grates as the conductor fucks up.

I cannot think, I am no fun.
I want to drink, I long to run.
It comes and goes, it’s dull and drear
and I wish I was anywhere but here.

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