Anxiety
Anxiety
Racing thoughts fill my brain,
As if they are tearing up the track.
My head pounds like falling rain,
And my heart is under attack.
Is there anything that can end this pain?
My palms are sweating profusely,
Why is everyone staring?
My thoughts are swirling abstrusely,
The bustling voices are blaring,
And I stumble around obtusely.
When will this end?
I’m losing control.
How do I transcend
This dismal state as black as coal
How much longer can I pretend?
9/20/21
Emile Pinet
Quintain (Sicilian)
Copyright © Alice Adam | Year Posted 2021
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