Unrest

The pain and sorrow in my heart
Produces fatigue upon my mind
The loss, the fear, the negative thoughts
Have crept somberly up my sleeves.

Like spiders, they hang mid-air
Levitating and gravitating down upon me.
Then, cunningly, they creep, and cram inside
To create crude horror upon my psyche.

Ghastly visions with rotten air
Quickly erect all my bodily hair.
Be gone, cranky creeps! Stay don’t dare!
Alone I’ll be with thoughts I can’t share.