Anxiety Poem by Raymond Farrell

Complex with many potential
Birth mothers
Perhaps, desire is born
Healthy and pure
But its object dies
Becomes distorted
Or gets lost
In the interactions
Of life
Yet the reason why
Is not understood
Or where it has gone
Is unknown
Creating unease
Simmering in the mind
Circumstances and misconceptions
Causing the boiling up and over
In a definable way
The heart beats fast
The hand trembles
Digestion is disturbed
Beads of sweat appear
On the brow
Thoughts become disjointed
Speech is incoherent
Places and people
Are avoided.