Anxiety
I know I’ll get darked off I know it will happen
Every situation stunts to a crap end
The anxiety builds and it kills composure
Brake leads dangle on hills, gravity shows ya,
Speed rises as you head for disaster
Helpless to it, continuously faster
The heartbeat pulse and cardiovascular
sweat beads bind as thoughts flabbergaster.
This is anxiety, and what it’s like
It’ll strike anytime of day or night
it overwhelms the mental fight
To a world of worry and constant fright
Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2019
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