Posted in POETRY

THAT ANXIOUS BEING……….

Tsaunami of thoughts run through her head

As high as waves one would expect

Each giving a reason to be afraid even more

Her face turns red , palms sweaty

Skipping heartbeats , sensations of pace

Volcano is about to burst

She can’t sit

She can’t stand

Her body shakes , suffocation she feels

Earthquake inside is at full pace

Burdened with expectations , her mind just freeze

Detached she felt

Fears cribs in

Past to present , present to future

Her procrastination never ends

Personality she wear is not her true self

Her secret self , hidden under layers

Her inner self is screaming

To relax a little bit

Escape to the place , where anxiety does not come in .

©Era singh