September 6, 2009
Anxiety is walking a city street
Alone on a cold winter night.
Your hands lay deep in over sized pockets,
Your step just quickening
With every passing moment.

Anxiety is rapid breathing,
And the occasional glance over your shoulder.
Another’s shadow rounds the corner
Of a corroded brick building.

Anxiety is the tremor
Of your nerves awaiting
For the figure to appear.

Anxiety is the
Of every step you take
Further away.

Anxiety is the feeling
Of wanting to

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