Anxiety- is it an emotion, Like dread?
Or is it like the nail biting worries that ceases your nails to exist?
Is it the sharp pain in your head?
I look around me and know I am alone,
So very alone here within these four walls.
I have no escape, No home within me.
In this world what is it to question anything.
Is it like the squirms of a worm digging to get away from the human?
The feeling of panic that takes over blinding you,
-blinding all the nerves within your system stopping you dead in your tracks.
Is it like the feeling of a humming bird fling against your chest?
The mummers of whispers closing within your ears,
-Pushing you to the brink.
The brick of falling off the stairway of life,
The world will move on without me,
Is it like the raging feeling off death around every corner?
Like an stalker slowly creeping one me,
Here it stands in my hands,
I know I can’t escape this agonizing feeling of dread.