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-- all hot 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, those tingles from my fingers, to my toes abducted from my world of sanity, I fall into a darkness no one knows. And shaken to an end I can't embrace-- I feel its kiss--but never see its face. © Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet