Poem – Anxiety

Sometimes at night

My thoughts come to life

And wrap its long fingers around my throat

Leaving me gasping

Eventually it grows weary and releases its grip

I lie there with my thoughts

As if it were a lover next to me

Wishing to be lovingly embraced

Only to find its touch is icy

When I close my eyes

I see the truth distorted

With such vivid colors they come alive

Then my thoughts and the distorted truth dance

I would join them but I don’t know how

For I am stuck in fast forward or rewind

Eventually they tire of dancing

And lie with me in bed

And together, we three, fall to sleep

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