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Anxiety
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
Your mind is a constant race,
Every thought full speed
And peace, the one thing you need
Is so far out of reach.
The fear of not knowing
Swallows all your hope.
Leaving in its place
Days filled with worry
And nights only showing
An unquiet mind
trapped between dark and light,
Stuck in this nightmare called
Anxiety.
By Michele Christine Martin
© Michele Christine
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
Your mind is a constant race,
Every thought full speed
And peace, the one thing you need
Is so far out of reach.
The fear of not knowing
Swallows all your hope.
Leaving in its place
Days filled with worry
And nights only showing
An unquiet mind
trapped between dark and light,
Stuck in this nightmare called
Anxiety.
By Michele Christine Martin
© Michele Christine
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