Nerves on edge Anxiety rises My flesh throbs With each heartbeat Too dark and silent Tension permeates Sleeplessness Head pounding Fearing another blindside A premonition I cannot shake Haunting me nightly I just want it to go away Filed under: Poetry Tagged: anxiety, depression, discouragment, fear, hope, insomnia, non-fiction, [ ]
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