Drowning in the white waters
of his own rage,
He stared a vacant
stare that could never
give light - only drink it
like a barren desert
growing desperate
for a few drops of rain.
That kind of stare can
only look inward
toward the stinging
and distorted
memories -
never peering out into
the suger-coated
sub-reality (the
monotonous practice
of day-to-day living) -
his vision obscured by
the traumatic scenes
of a nightmarish movie
playing in repetition -
bearing down on his
consciousness and
becoming all the more
vivid and consequential.
The contrast of her
soft-spokenness seems
to mock him - and so
his rage is placed
far from her favor.
JA Perkins
Extremely Stressful Situation
Wise words from a doctor. 
Anxiety
Anxious 
