Looming Panic

Hey, I’m a poet. I’ve been negligent in this matter for a long time on this blog.


Nerves grab onto the controls
Getting a rise out of ascending phobias
The constant visions of what might or could happen become Stygian
The more plausible the outcomes are

Hobbies and other activities I otherwise enjoy
Become tantamount to pacification
Against dark realities around me
I couldn’t just lie to myself each time

The past becomes a habit
I desperately want to halt
Was it a desire to change time
Or was it me wanting every ounce of control possible?

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Carapace Lyrics And Inspiration

https://ospreyshire.bandcamp.com/track/carapace

How do I revitalize a necrotized soul
To control vitality down to each scintilla
As my back becomes a pincushion for
Fraudulent friends
Ending amicable bonds
I want to trust again
But it’s hard to trust when one dons
A Carapace
I want to trust again…

This is the first track to my debut EP. I wrote this as a small freeform poem when I’ve spiraled over the thoughts of friends betraying me or when some other people derogate me in any way. Truth is, I don’t trust a lot of people out there. I want to lash out at everyone, but I’ve bottled it up so much that I’ve become numb sometimes. It’s not a happy poem by any stretch of the imagination, but at least I’m honest about this kind of stuff.

-Curtis