Friday, September 25, 2015

Quivering in my soul

I have grown accustomed to the anxiety. 
My heart beats swifter, although I am sitting. 
My chest is tight 
And my breathing barely above still 
My mind is here 
Although in a moment it will flee 
Classic music, maybe it'll calm 
It melts my anxiety 
But leaves behind my soul 
Quivering, from the cold 
Where is my warmth? 

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