Waiting, watching, sitting, grating on my nerves these decisions that are pending.

Illusions of reality, mayhem, and plurality, the need to keep updating my thought processes neverending.

Grinding, gnawing, tearing, at my cheeks, my teeth during the night when I should be sleeping.

Restless, lonely, crazed and bedeviled, unable to make the decisions I lay weeping.

Turmoil, drama, wasting, trauma, my mind is seared like a hot dog in a campfire.

Seething, reeling, heavy breathing, as I struggle and fight with the emotional vampire.

Taunting, daunting, flaunting waves of green light flash in my head as if to say hurry up decide.

Silence, indifference, an almost eerie calmness comes over me, as I tell myself  "Screw it, I'm going for a ride!"

©2002 Lloydene F. Hill