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-- that goes 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, and tingles from my fingers, to my toes-- abducted from my world of sanity, I fall into a dark that no one knows. And shaken to an end I can't embrace-- I feel its kiss--but never see its face.