It comes time

To pull the trigger

Might as well be

A real gun

It’s somewhere

Just in front of the

Right arm shoulder joint

Always there for some reason

Different things in

Different places

Blockages some call them

Flare up when it comes time

With my car I could go to

The junkyard and get a

New old part

Along with my rubber bands

Attached to ideas

Anchored in place

It’s a wonder anything gets done

Oh and the suit

The suitable one

Have to look like something

Other than I feel

Uniform conforming

Feel comfortable in my skin

With all this going on

Yah let’s destroy that with

A quart of ice cream every night

To feel better

Now it’s impossible to feel

That comfort thing

In the end I do it bang

Not even a capital letters bang

Now it’s time to feel bad

I know all of this

Been here before

I’m just waiting for

Something different this time

It’s that puzzle thing

All those pieces

Book series - Anxiety is not Depression ‘Bring Order to the Chaos’, ‘Daily Reader’, ‘Questions and Answers’. The view from the inside about these disorders.