Weeks on edge
Shuffling round
No rhyme of why
Lifeless frustrated
For gray a day
To realize why
One trip out in rain
That all such stress
And failure felt
Due to future worries
Dreams and goals
As instead of
Living life now
Learning from such
Questioning questions unknown
Wondering why I do not know
Having self pressure
To answer and force
Where I want me and others to be
But this is present
To learn and enjoy
To grow before dreams
Take me in upcoming future


NaPoMo Day 1

“For some, the anxiety becomes charisma”
How true it is
When my stomach boils
Yet left uncooked
Boredom sweeps over
More stress and anxiety
Faster the heart thumps
Edgy in words
Stomach in knots
Such ill effects
But happy I am
Busy with anxiety