Dark clouds gather-

rain un-called tears

to dull the light

from breaking dawn.


Cruel fingers pluck

at threads of fear,

unravelled from each

time worn night.

Where shadows grope

the unknown path

to steal a future from

all sight.


And drums beat loud

upon the torment

of the mind.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

When anxiety attacks!

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Anxiety Poem

"...cruel fingers pluck/at threads of fear," is a graphic essence portrait of anxiety and it's torment. Well said. Well composed and those drums were well felt - slc



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Many thanks Stella, I expect

Many thanks Stella, I expect we all feel deep anxiety which haunts our early mornings at some point, unfortunately.  Sue. X