The Symphony of Anxiety

Tick. Tick. Tick.
Goes the clock, waiting for life to begin…or end.

Thump. Thump. Thump.
Goes the heartbeat waiting for something…anything.

Rustle. Rustle.
Goes the sheets waiting for sleep to come…and leave.

Click. Clack. Click.
Goes the fingers scrambling to keep words out…or in.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Goes the bomb waiting for the right time…if there is such a time.

Boom.


Drip. Drip. Drip.
Goes the tears of those who live…or so I hear.


Author’s note: Amidst this sleepless night, inspiration finally struck me from the depths of my heart and the sound of my mind. And, yes, the poem is meant to be read with the line.

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