The Agony And The Agony Poem by Alessandra Liverani

An entire minute's gone by, you've resisted that long
Another sixty seconds slowly pass, you've desisted, how strong
Although anxiety is building higher and higher
Feeling as taut and tense as a highly strung wire

Those nauseating fumes are undoubtedly tempting
But from this vicious cycle you are yourself exempting
An hour, finally, has excruciatingly elapsed
But it's becoming too much, is it time for a relapse?

The tension, the stress, the fear, the pain
Of not dragging deeply on your friend, your bane
Oh no, you've succumbed to its evil lure
The agony of failure, is there any cure?

You endured all of that stress and all of that worry
But ultimately surrendered, in a great panicking hurry
Now you feel lower than the lowest of lows
Addiction, so cruel, strikes the most vicious of blows

(Sydney, Australia - 2003)