Cycles

[crazygitar]

Fear is the first thing I notice.
A fear of something unknown,
of an invisible threat
I cannot quite understand.

Then I feel anxiety,
unbearable and constant,
amplifying the terror
and crushing my heart and lungs.

Paranoia seeps in somehow,
finding out my darkest dreams
and showing me how I am
undeserving of the life I lead.

Then I cease the resistance,
allow resignation to flow through
and accept the way of things,
letting reasons for why stay unknown.