Overcast Poem by Michael Maul

Overcast

As I wake up in a cold sweat from a night terror I cannot forget my mind unravels.
Anger has become an emotion I invest in with no interest accrued.
My torment is in knowing as the days grow longer my tolerance is becoming shorter.
I am programmed to obey my chemical imbalance if only to believe I am in control.
What horror is this that my forefathers left me in their will? Anxiety? Remorse?
My only solace is knowing that one day soon electro shock treatment will be available through the mail.

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