Anxiety

Strains of built up tension run through my veins

How the guilt of disturbance still steadfastly remains

You hold onto hope that tomorrow will be better

And have a sinking heart when tomorrow comes with a ruthless vendetta

The all-consuming irrational fears are unkindly timed

Excessive worry and shortness of breath steadily make the long and arduous climb

Unwanted thoughts echo throughout my crowded head

Leaving silent torments screaming incessant disputes that I constantly dread