Anxiety Poem by Shalom Freedman

Anxiety



I sit and drink and wait for my coffee
To be finished
In the midst of such a crowd
Can there be a poem?
Anxiety has overwhelmed me
I am afraid of meeting my Past again
The time is coming when my money
Will run out-

Everyone around me
Goes on
As if I do not exist-

They are right-
In a few years
I will be dust.

Thursday, May 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Anxiety
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