I was feeling Anxious

I was feeling anxious,
Fingers twitching in an effort to calm,
Flipping a cigarette in intricate circles,
As ideas flowed from my scalp in oily streaks,
Meeting a shallow breath stinking of poverty,
Eyes stinging with sweat and living,
Another moment summons apathetic choices,
Like lingering smoke bored of my company,
Choosing to drift away into oblivion,
I check my phone, 15:17,
Useless,
Tracking the time spent on a blank page,
While genius evaporates,
Leaving a hollow well of insecurities,
Filling slowly with a toxin that tasted of
Mediocrity.

I was feeling anxious.

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