Drowning in the Detail

I’m drowning in the detail,

it’s all too much for me.

I’m not feeling very capable,

just going from A to B.

Stress has taken residence,

an invite wasn’t sent

Oh but it gets worse than that,

it isn’t paying rent.

It’s climbing up the curtains,

blocking all the doors.

I find it through the letter box,

and in the kitchen draws.

It’s bigger by the moment,

it wakes me in the night.

Anxiety it’s causing me,

it gives me such a fright.

I’ll pour myself a brandy,

that should calm me down.

I’ll close my eyes and pray to god,

an answer can be found.