Anxiety
It creeps
It stalks the mind
A sludge of shaded emotion
A recipe of apprehension and fear
A menu of worry and concern
Ready to be served
Anxiety
It sleeps
It takes its’ time
A ship at rest on the ocean
A whistle away, always near
Engines always ready to churn
Keeping me unnerved
Anxiety
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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