Anxiety Disorder

The clock ticks loud, a hammer in my ear,

Each second stretched, a year I hold in fear.

A phantom dread, a shadow at my heel,

A tightness in my chest, I truly feel.

The world outside, a rushing, vibrant blur,

While I'm trapped inside, behind a locked door.

Imagined dangers lurk in every sound,

A fragile peace, easily unbound.

The "what ifs" spiral, a relentless chase,

A labyrinth of thought, with no escape's grace.

My breath comes shallow, a desperate, gasping plea,

To quiet the storm that rages inside me.

Sleep offers solace, but even then,

The anxious thoughts begin to rise again.

A hypervigilance, a constant, watchful eye,

That sees the worst in everything that's nigh.

But hope remains, a flicker in the dark,

A therapist's voice, a comforting embark.

The knowledge that I'm not alone in this fight,

A beacon burning, shining in the night.

This anxious mind, a battleground within,

Can find its strength, and maybe even win.

With tools and courage, I can learn to cope,

And find a quiet harbor, filled with hope.