Unsettled Intuition Poem by Anhelica Velasqsuez

Discomfit, anticipation,
Weary exileration,
nonesence going through my head
a sick malfeasance in my gut
a feasable unsettling quiet

Somthing is Wrong.

In need of edification,
reasurance and comfort
from surfeit opulent tradgedies
elaborately settling in thin air

My thoughts are Anxious.

Lethargically i take to the laborous task
with complete, made up synergy,
of putting my mind at ease,
and to not belabor the liturgy
of guilt and unease...

When i am finally 'relaxed'
I cannot just sit back,
im preparing for the magnus opus
before the day to come.