Anxiety

Oh, IT creeps and IT crawls

IT almost never lets go

Pushed and IT just latches harder

Like a toddler to his mother

Like a hook in a fish’s gills

ITs iron grip, oh, the grip.

Seldom is relief granted

In the whirl of the day

The week

The month

The year.

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