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A Sneaky Beast

Anxiety’s a sneaky beast. On weaknesses, he likes to feast And seemingly, the worse you feel, The tastier will be his meal. A person’s fears, though they may be Not founded in reality Will trigger clues the monster smells Down in the dungeon where he dwells. And once he’s sniffed, that’s all he needs To find the source and then he feeds, Depleting all that helps sustain Stability within the brain. The victims likely will survive; The beast prefers they stay alive Until he craves another snack And gets the signal to attack.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 3/5/2016 2:08:00 PM
Excellent Ilene! Great story and good structure to the poem. Loved it!
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Date: 2/29/2016 1:32:00 AM
Sad ... but true. I guess what they say isn't true. Anxiety isn't a killer ... but rather a torturer. Nicely penned, Ilene.
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Date: 2/27/2016 7:47:00 PM
oh how true your words are Ilene - its a visicous circle:-( I have an appointment with the consultant on Wednesday and its causing sleepless nights - just the anticipation of it:-( hugs Jan xx
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