Washing over of anger

Within continuous waves
synchronising the ebbs
of cyclical anxieties, swelling

From the burden of responsibilities
attending to details
of life, once affirming

Ever so lightly embarrassed
in an awkward turn
with tempered inadequacies

Laying open, marginally
answering that incontinent need
of uplifted sensibilities

Left in tatters, barely
disjointed and defined
by the refusal of belief.