Angor
AnxietyIt comes to me in whispers, Tapping at my unconscious window Peering from behind frozen glass Wriggling around the outskirts of my mind It comes to me in waves, Clawing at my insides one minute Gone the next Intervals of frantic flutters and static bristles It comes to me in droves, Hurls me to the ground, Leaving me windless in a storm of hooves Trampling over my heart It comes to me naturally, Every step is taken breath...