Haunting of Anxiety

Tue, 05/16/2017 - 10:16 -- Chez

Anxiety is a hidden disease,

One that is always haunting me.  It creeps up slowly And then steals my breath. The oxygen is gone And I am scared to death.  It seeps in from sounds and sights, From a dripping faucet to a flickering light.  The world seems strange With voices bouncing around. I hate all the chatter, It makes my head pound.  Anxiety causes me to feel the need to run. Run to slow the thoughts that are haunting me Until finally I hear none.  You cannot outrun anxiety, It is much too much of a pain. Just take it easy and simply breath Until you remember your name.

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