Anxiety or a day in Hell

woke up this morning with my head in a vice clamped tight, 3 feet high to the wall with out chair or stool. Bloated tongue, cuffed claws. tension with the suns peak on the horizon. the vice starts a rotating motion counter-clockwise, every minute the globe of fire climbs. it starts to gain speed, it temperature rises, it tighten till the world goes to a blur but still of conscience, of pain, of doubt, of fear, sadness, self pity, self annihilation at ones one mistakes to be caught in such a conundrum in time. to laugh and submit to the ever amounts of torture because if ones honest with ones self there just ain't no point.

Clouds envelop the sky, temperatures fall, rotation slows and slowly rises an inch by inch to a stop. no pain is still a dream but one knows the grass is always greener on the other side and a cloud is but a cloud and everything changes but change, so though this day is over theres a new son with another vice to come with the rotation of time..