Anxiety

Is this pain and fear from the past?
If so, how much longer will it last?

I don't know why or how,
all I know is it's here and now.

Why am I shaking so?
For sure, I do not know.

I sit here in the dark of night,
petrified by an unknown fright.

Why does this happen to me?
Doesn't anyone else ever see?

I don't even know what I feel,
can't even be sure it's real.

My love sits in bed asleep,
and all I can do is shake and weep.

Maybe I should wake him before long?
But even I can't tell him whats wrong.

I don't know how or why,
my soul feels about to die.

Curled up in a tight, little ball.
Staring at a cold, unfriendly wall.

A damp pillow under my cheek,
I'm trying hard not to speak.

I feel like I'm trying not to wake the dead,
yet, only they may know what's happening in my head.

I know this to will go away,
but will it return another day?

God, save me from myself,
help me put this on some mental shelf.

I'm to tired, to tired to sleep,
my eyes are heavy, no longer do they weep.

For now my anxiety has left my bed,
maybe now I can rest my head.

Copyright ?2001 Timber McCall