My Anxiety


Do not confuse nervousness and anxiety

Nervousness is

Butterflies in ones stomach

Anxiety is

Something more insidious

Like perpetual static

Felt in the veins,

Something

Like curtains in your eyelids

being drawn up

And down

Simultaneously,

Forever paralysed between

Two distinct motions,

Something far more insidious

Than mere indecision ,

Anxiety is

Cleaning a dirty plate

And littering the clean one

At the same time

Anxiety is

Cold sweat on a cold night

I'd say 90 per cent

Of my cigarette addiction

Came from anxiety

Exhaling a cloud of uncertainty

One drag at a time