Oh, anxiety, you ravenous beast,
That preys upon my troubled mind,
With every breath, your grip increases,
And leaves me restless, undefined.

You slither and slide, in shadows cast,
And lurk behind each passing thought,
A gnawing hunger, that eats at last,
And leaves me consumed and distraught.

You whisper in my ear at night,
And haunt my every waking hour,
A dark specter that's out of sight,
Yet wields a mighty, crushing power.

You twist and turn my every dream,
And color every waking moment,
A gnawing, nagging, ceaseless scream,
That steals my peace and leaves torment.

You are the raven, perched above,
A harbinger of death and woe,
The constant, cawing, carrion dove,
That feeds on all I love and know.

And yet, despite your fearsome might,
And all the pain you bring to bear,
I vow to face you with my might,
And banish you into thin air.

For though you linger at my door,
And threaten to consume my soul,
I know that I am so much more,
And in the end, I shall be whole.