Anxiety

Anxiety

It’s the worry at the back of your head.

You don’t know what it is, but it’s there.

Bothering you.

It looms over you like a angel demon at night

Waiting for the moment to steal your body.

It burns your throat like the lie truth you never told.

Yet, you don’t know what it is.

It’s nothing.

It’s peace.

It’s everything you pushed deep deep down.

Hoping to never surface much like yourself

From that dark dark hole.