Anxious Thoughts. A poem.

Sweat on brow,
an
incessant
reminder.
Heat that censures
from deep within,
the cloying depths
of double-shotted anxiety.

Wait, breathe, wait,
all analgesic flutter.
Harder
to
escape,
these walls abound and
heighten further with
every calamitous thought.

Relax, they say,
think of brighter,
cleaner, fluid things,
that wax and wane like
a somnambulant moon.

Remember, lest you forget:
you are not the fear,
and
the
fear
is
not
you.

The All or the Nothing is my first e-book of poetry. To find out how to buy a copy,
click here.

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