A feeling not an anxiety,
Lies in every living soul,
But has trapped mine too.
My pen; non stop writing,
Something now about this feeling,
Joining some symbols; but to my wonder,
Formed itself a chaos,
Which seemed as confusing as a puzzle,
But soon a thread started forming,
Bringing some words, then sentences,
And finally a story,
That ended as soon as it started,
Of the chaos lying in my heart,
An untold story of a feeling called chaos...