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--
all hot from here to there--and so un-real--
it leads my mind to only second guess
at what's invading to the soul of me,
those 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.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016
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