Anxiety
Invisible and nameless,
It plagued me most at night.
A demon of the darkness,
I could not see to fight.
Past and future suffering,
would play throughout my head.
My pillow, hid the fallen tears
As I tossed and turned in bed.
The simplest change, could send me reeling.
I could obsess over it for days.
Fuming, and sometime even crying
For something as little, as a parking space.
I never knew when it would find me.
And I tired desperately, to hide the way it made me feel.
I left many social events early,
Just to sob into my steering wheel.
For years I tried to run from it.
I tried to bury it with booze.
But it was always I who paid the price.
It was I who stood to lose.
Then I came across an article,
As if someone wrote it, just for me.
The beast, it finally had a name.
They call it Anxiety.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2015
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