By Maurisa Weld
Peace is disturbed, it approaches.
“knock, knock”
Anxiety.
It takes over.
“knock, knock
”who is it?”
“anxiety.”
“no ones home”
Who is it?
The being who controls your thoughts.
No one’s home,
yet I feel something watching.
The being who controls your thoughts
makes your heart pound and hands sweat.
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