Anxiety Poem by Marta Mehrpouyan

Always waiting for tomorrow but tomorrow never comes,

so it's today she must live on, but when today comes its gone

leaving no remembrance of suffering in her incomprehensible world,

no happy revelations to smile for, no flashes of sudden recall,

nothing that would dazzle her in awe...

just a vague recollection that fills her mind with dread,

a strange nostalgic feeling for things that are no more, but were...

things that existed some place, somehow, somewhere...

her soul always afraid of what is to come

of imminent catastrophes that will never happen

and things she can not keep at bay

for in her imagination they crowd her days...

so her heart keeps on beating without wanting to, without reason,

from the depths of her self made prison

where she pretends everything is fine

while she inpatiently serves her time



(Sinome - 2009)