Tingle Crackle

It is a tingle crackle

That races up my spine

An alert to say: Go fix it!

Hooked up to the line


Instead of sitting with it

I race to do! To make!

In silence of creation

The terrors start to shrink


Recoiling back so slightly

Mildly concussed

But when I reach achievement

Come crashing in a rush


To drown again, I work again

Move and make and go

A constant losing game I play

Will never drown the cries below


So here I sit, and sit and wait

And face my own true shackles

Threatening to take me down

Come for me tingle crackle


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