Sarajevo the Anxiety

SARAJEVO - THE 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 I own fortelling what has been and what must be from Sarajevo where my life has grown into the death I recognize as me. I'm but a vagrant never meant to know too soon forgotten like a Balkan snow. © Ron Arbuthnot aka Ron Wilson