Anxiety
by Rahul Rao

    Sometimes I get these attacks
    Pangs, spasms

    A heaviness descends upon me
    My breath deepens, and
    the beat of my heart increases, throbbing,
    until it reaches a threshold
    when I can hear it clearly

    Heightened emotions spread,
    wave-like, over me
    I try to swallow my dry throat
    My eyebrows frown and
    a sorrowful look reflects upon my countenance

    I look around but don't see
    And, anxiety, love-like, overwhelms me






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