An Elegy for Anxiety

A group of marching band, out of nowhere
They were practicing inside my chest
And were terribly noisy, playing very badly,
messy and sloppy, daily and nightly

Yet lively and boisterous celebration they held,
a colorful circus and parade,
where the fools and sadness danced insanely
Contrast with black and white photographs
that unpredictably, erratically filled my head

Like a jumping jack clown in the box
or ghosts whispering names
And to how calmly and friendly they were,
bringing one by one memory,
was the thing that scared me the most
Poisoned me with an indelicate consolation,
Whining, lingering, like broken cassettes
All their talks and babbles of nonsenses
Eventually led me to the verge of the lake of nothingness

I was trapped
in my own subconscious;
immersing myself
As the sun rose two times