Anxiety (Repost)

This anxiety is real.

It speaks to me

with a language of such intense

and agonizing seduction

I can comprehend

because I’m quite familiar with it.

Pain has never been new to me!

At night times,

it slowly crawls under

this scarred skin of mine

and deep inside the pits of

where the nightmares dance free

as I toss and turn sleeplessly

on my empty bed alone.

The night times are when

the darkness smirks and smiles gingerly

to show me its other side

without revealing its face.

But I need not see its rainbow colors

for I quite know exactly

what utter desolation looks like

even in broad daylight.

Jobiranyc  4-29-20