Anxieties

All my anxieties are building up

Into one glorious tragic climax.

I fear the intensity will be too much

And the stresses will over-pour from my mind.

I have too many things to attempt,

Just now, to become wholly swallowed

By the chaos of my insecurities.

Anxiety pokes and prods at me

During the night.

It tugs at my sanity,

Inserting nonsensical worries

Within my head.

Slowly, each worry is plucked from the walls of my mind.

One by one.

Stress penetrates the walls of my mind.

Yet again.