The Nightmare

I’m at a transitional stage

In my life right now

And I feel overwhelmingly like crying.

The monkey is back,

A different monkey,

And he’s smothering me

Like Fusili’s nightmare.

I take deep breaths into

Shallow lungs,

While my heart beats hard-

Not fast, just hard.

The worst part is,

Life is good.

It just makes you wonder

If it’ll always be like this,

No matter how good it gets.

Must there always be a problem?