Anxious
Anxious, they sit still, not stirring
Even a bit, they listen
To the ticking of the nasty clock.
As if singing the death laugh.
Those dear haven't returned,
Time sweeps past all,
But to them, each moment
Is an age, a new worry.
Fear strangles hope;
When the unknown mystery sings,
They are helpless, at the mercy
In the hands of fate.
Will that fear ever die?
Will the nightmare
End with the night?
Will they see a light?
What is the news they'd hear
At the end of the fog-drowned street?
Was it a sin they had feared?
Anxiety eats up their will.
The unknown is always the dark,
The dark is the cause for fear.
Those who love can't bear to lose,
Anxious, they clutch their dears.
Copyright © Sohom Gupta | Year Posted 2017
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