My Angst

My Angst

My angst -

Children and men
From my ankles to my heart
The snapping and the fizz within my chest
The feeling grows outward into an empty -
The feeling again

Not because my bed is empty
Not because I discovered hate and it moves along my knees and my feet
Not because when I cry alone I feel left instead of right
Not because I want to fill my days with the cha-ching of falling money

Because when I step to death
All is a mess

Of he is..of she is…of we are
It spills into my crashing heart

The angst that fills it –
It falls like the swish of a leaf



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