Vee Bdosa Poet Sonnet

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 darkness no one knows.

And shaken to an end I can't embrace--
I feel its kiss--but never see its face.
        © ron wilson aka
             VeeBdosa the Doylestown Poet

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