Anxiety

Written by: Kirstie Fontes

It grips it hurts
It’s hard to work

The pain can be unbearable
The thoughts not controllable

The body aches, the heart beats fast
The agony tends to forever last

The pressure builds you can’t control
The chest beats hard it’s strong and bold

The thoughts keep coming, they do not slow
Day and night it always shows

You hope for peace
You pray for release
As of today it does not cease.