Truth Is... Poem by Jielone Maristela

Just another insecure man I am
Heads down, I am no Adam
In the current days that is
Silly. I am some man who has leaking cowardice

Anxiety attacks, panic proceeds
Focus tears itself down.
I shake internally with a number of mine deeds
Surely, I say 'What a letdown'.

Failing, flailing, bailing... out
How cowardly. How troubled this man is.
What must I do to get out?
Said the man as he suffers at ease.

Oh, caffeine, this unsettling feeling
Why must this be?
The order of your phenomenon.
It is brutal as it can be...

The scary, bloodlusted, metaphysical sophist manifests inside me.