Keyed Up

Alone at night,
Life, giving me a fright,
Still keyed up,
From getting worked up,
At my bistro shift,
My spirits need a lift.
Siting in the dark,
On the chair, I did park,
Playing Minecraft all night,
I needed a good zombie fight.
Into the wee hours of the morn,
I sit here, torn,
My life spiraling downward,
In a manner untoward,
But not outward,
Only in my head,
As inside, I feel dead,
With tons of social dread.
Playing my game,
My life no longer the same,
My train of thought,
Still, for naught.
A rollercoaster train,
Inside my brain,
Doing loop-de-loops,
U-turns, sweeps, and swoops.
Finally, I go lay down my head,
But close not my eyes, yet,
I'm tired, but can't sleep,
My thoughts too deep,
And too complex
In this swirling vortex,
This forest fire of anxiety,
And polytheistic piety,
As I pray for guidance,
Away from my social resistance.