The Anxiety Nightmare
In the deep dwelling complexities of darkness, without light
I fall
then enter the journey of despair.
Disconsolate and forlorn
I encounter those places where fear dwells.
I ask….I question….I need….
to be free of the nightmare that is
and to find peace
by encountering the tangible
where intellect recognizes reason.
Further attempting to end this crippling journey
I beseech mindfulness to enter my course
and take me into the bountiful realm of tranquility.
But the nightmare….continues….
a stranglehold on my being
as it reaches its destination
leaving me in a state
where my soul has no solace
and is empty of the serenity of spirit.
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