A Self Warning
Anxiety pulls at my soul on a daily track
I try with all I have to stand and fight back.
The cause is a relative unknown they say
But that is not an answer to make it go away
It steals my appetite and a lot of my sleep
It digs a hole in my hole that is very deep
It also brings fear of an enemy I can’t see
It’s a terror of things that may never ever be
How long can a man who is old and weak
Wait in solitude looking for the cure I seek
I won’t harm myself is what I want to say
But then the fear says there may be a day.
This is my warning to all who may care
I promise to make every attempt to be there
WHC….02/25