Anxiety

The palms get sweaty, the heart beats fast,
Worst are the moments, while it lasts.
Lying in the bed you toss and turn,
Waiting for some sleep but there’s none.

Million voices echo in the head,
You wonder why you’re still not dead.
The clouds of fear hover around,
Eyes open the floodgates and you’re drowned.

All your feelings are left unexpressed,
You don’t have words you’re so depressed.
With no idea what the future is going to be,
All you want to do is scream like a banshee.

After all the darkness there can be,
The Sun still manages to shine brightly,
Maybe that’s the reason life is trying to teach,
Hope is the religion we should always preach.