Poetry, Quill

The Memoir Of Anxiety

Yet again my heart was in disarray.

My hand, my feet, my soul yet again, felt so cold.

A million faces I had seen,

Never so anxious I have ever been.

It feels years have passed since I saw you again.

Every moment choked my breath,

A wicked storm my anxiety had read.

Flustered with doubts my gutted brain, thought to himself,

Is this agony or I am anxious in vain.

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