Anxiety

Horrowing;

Like the dark in your eyes

Set back.

And I ran to you,

Heaving breath by breath,

Bathing sickness on my neck

Leaving nothing;

I hold it all behind me.

It's nothing like the ruined sobs,

The dankness of our dreary souls

To seek our shelters, day by day,

Until it leaves our sight and oh,

It's killing me.