Its raining sheets of anxiety

Pounding the roof

Puddling under the doors

Creeping ever lower

This tempest tosses ships against  the sides of my skull

My heart

a solitary bird being tossed through pitch black

Random lightning bolts only reveal the peril of my situation

Oh what

Mockery of the gods

The phalanx of medication on the verge of collapse

The dragon is close displaying immortal patience for the kill

Always the rhythm of this tortuous rain and its displays

I confine myself to my cabin for fear my disease will spread…….

terror’s

morbidly vibrant hand is unwilling to trace the monster churning my sea

Every stroke of the typewriter is a blind spin of the compass searching for home…………..