Anxiety

ANXIETY A wave that grows from deep inside of me to bring me down; I feel it start to grow; its only name--is called--anxiety, where it comes from, no one could ever know. As tiny needles prick my skin I feel sensation of a drifting tenderness that goes from here to there--and so un-real, it leads my mind to only second guess at what's invading to the all of me, and tingles from my fingers, to my toes; abducted from my world of sanity, I fall into a darkness no one knows. And shaken to an end I can't embrace, I feel its kiss--but never see its face. © Ron Wilson aka Ron Arbuthnot aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet