Anxiety
Anxiety
Triggered by a moments taste.
May damning thoughts be laid to waste.
Tortured by what might have been.
Painful memories now begin.
Imminent fear now takes its hold.
Scrofulous notions are left untold.
Fight or flight, the latter wins.
A sleight of hand, gone with the wind.
Finite empathy has been shown.
One last attempt must not be blown.
Lift your heart up to the sky.
God will hear your bitter cry.
Impending doom, a sinking ship.
Please hang on try not to slip.
Apply your strength and carry on.
The witching hour is almost gone.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2021
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