Anxiety.

The beginning of my worry, start with an overwhelming skip in heart And constant feeling of something wring, Which causes me stomach displeasure and makes my body ache as though being old With a knot at the top and a loose at the end. A grave reality, not to be meddled with. Dear anxiety, Did you hear my silent scream? Did I express the tiredness in my mind? And the reality that chocked up my bliss, the dual existence in me at constant conflict with the fakeness of my smiles to wade off iniquistive minds. The shocking situation that surge and the lifeless feelings that cracked No reason for joy Like a tree not with branchless, the naked root and the secret swig as the fear tree Then anxiety won it favour.