That Voice

The heart beats fast
without a cause
everything is fine
and yet why does all feel lost?
Why this constant anxiety
this restlessness
this sense of doom
and perpetual gloom.

Stop it!
I yell at myself
But myself wont listen to me
And on goes the march of misery
with no self control
Using others
it tries to escape the big troll.
It jumps from people to things to art
To get some respite from the inner farce
The relief comes but is momentary
That wretched inner voice has found a home in me

Is this how my life will be
Forever filled with misery?
I don't have the answer for it
Not yet at least.
But once I do
as I am hoping to
I will let you
in on it too.

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