If you asked why I would leave
my quick answer is near at hand
with a name that many fear
enough to bring me my to knees

anxiety is the greatest curse
only grief may be worse
the former strikes down a man
reducing strong to simple fools

madness springs at the hand
of the judgments from within
against the dialog about the groups
only heard by the sufferer

the harsh decrees are absent
in the light of prescience
about the nods and mutterings
expressing love still not heard

then add the burden of concerns
surrounding objects with ill will
without intent to attack
still they threaten the innocent

phantom tendrils with sharp teeth
fantasies in fevered dreams
waking terrors slyly lie
when veracity says otherwise

dignity is soon removed
along with sanity as a reward
for these obsessions beyond the shade
with conclusions others shorn

a quick exit would satisfy
the madness found in my life
I’ll try to see beyond the forms
anxiety damns in my life.

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