Nothing, Really
A snake is coiling in my chest
A most unwelcome, fearsome guest
I’m feeling tense, I’m feeling stressed
But it’s nothing, really. It’s nothing.
A tiger’s prowling through my brain
My legs are tangled in a chain
All hope is gurgling down the drain
But it’s nothing, really. It’s nothing.
My stomach is beset by bugs
I’m being fed a bowl of slugs
My lonely life is lacking hugs
But it’s nothing, really. It’s nothing.
There’s chaos crashing all around
I cannot stand on solid ground
I feel like I’m being drowned…
But it’s nothing, really. It’s nothing.
Joshua Seigal
