In the Noise of My Anxiety

Written by:

Zerayn D.

In the noise of my anxiety,
I resist the building enmity,
I breathe the fire of malaise,
and bring forth smokes that form a haze,
it stirred the island, broke its spree,
and shook its peace—though temporarily.

The man of diamonds sensed my spirit,
stepped from his high chair, firm in merit,
and in no time, had me summoned,
through halls where whispers softly drummed.

We walked on unstable trails, unsure,
trekking steps through paths obscure,
until we reached a chambered garden—
a sacred place, both still and hardened.

There, I have spoken all my deep pleas,
described the island’s waning breeze:
how it dims my lights, consumes my spark,
and leaves my heart worn thin and dark.

That when he’s away, the restless pest disturbs me in my sleep,
the bugs and decomposers -my dining table overtake and keep,
The flying insects swarm the air,
And jostled my meditations there.

With unimpaired attention near,
he listened close, with steady ear,
he nodded, kept firm eye contact still—
though blind, he met me with sheer will,
undisturbed in calm regard,
he held my pain as his reward.

And after hearing all my fears,
the man of diamonds bowed in tears,
he owned his lackings and neglect,
his voice was gentle, circumspect,
he vowed to mend what he had missed,
to right the wrongs and not desist.

Acknowledging where he had failed,
yet in his tone, no harshness trailed.
a sense of fuel ignites within,
my lights glow brighter again,
in heat, my flames grew bigger,
my heart pulsing and it begins to flutter.