Anxiety.
immensely aloft heart rate,
breathing is at the whistle-stop
and thoughts are scampering.
“no one likes me.”
“no one will speak to me.”
“i'm a burden to others”
when anxiety knocks
upon the threshold
chest tightens and
living becomes drudgery. ...
breathing is at the whistle-stop
and thoughts are scampering.
“no one likes me.”
“no one will speak to me.”
“i'm a burden to others”
when anxiety knocks
upon the threshold
chest tightens and
living becomes drudgery. ...