Neurosis Poem by Taylor Seaton

Neurosis



My mind wrote me
The other day,
He was still lost on the moon.

Obsession told
Perfection
We'd be there
by noon.

Anxious
Asked me when
Then told himself,
'Soon.'

Peace is on vacation
Permanently
In underground
Rooms.

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