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
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