Anxiety is not sudden,
As kindling flames arise.
It does not creep,
And it does not scour.
It does not linger,
Nor does it cower.
It has built a nest
made of despair and hostility
and wedged it between
the chasm of my core.
Anxiety is not sudden.
It is an indelible pen mark,
And an endless force.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. Some time out of nowhere between indelible pen mark and endless scrubbing a pure spot of joy would peek.