Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Anxiety. An acrostic.

Always watching, waiting. Across my heart; fear splattered.
Never safe, Never free; peace shattered.
X marks the spot; don't dig for treasure, dig for purpose.
In my nightmares, I hide- I can't help but feel nervous.
Every second, tapping- checking. Can't you see my life, it's wrecking.
Twitching, flinching, can't keep still. But-
You don't notice, 'cause hiding takes a lot of skill.

© Alice Daley 2013

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