Anxiety

My anxiety is a mobile phone on silent mode It keeps buzzing silently everytime someone says hello Or tries to initiate a conversation Only after they leave My mind presents me with all the missed signals amd analysis of what went wrong My brain is a weak student And my anxiety, an angry teacher Punishing my body for not understanding enough That danger is a sea and my life is a boat stranded midway That no matter how much i try to row it, it will keep coming back to the sane old water it left behind My anxiety is a joke nobody laughs on So i smile alone Like a missed punchline My anxiety is Shakespeare's worldly stage And i am the lone puppet Dancing to the tunes of it As the auditorium filled with emptiness Applauds me for my struggling self Making way towards the end of this room To escape Only it is a maze and i know no ends to it My anxiety is a wedding celebration And i am a relative constantly ignored Because there are prettier faces and bonds Bonds that stick together like a bonfire And burn not to warm the room But the relationships that once flourished like blooming flowers in deserts But i only know this Anxiety is a wrong road in the midst of the night And i am on the driving seat Trying my way through fog Constantly chanting the name of god You see this is a badly written poem And world, a spectator, a judge, a literary connesseuire This is a poem without rhyme And anxiety, the only recurring metaphor This poem dwindles off the edge Like hands of a dying patient surrounded by family But this poem doesn't end suddenly Like releasing the last breath Trapped in the alveolus Rather this hangs on Like tethered ends of a rope Tied around the neck A failed attempt An eternal sigh of life A second chance Unlike my anixety Which seems keen on killing me Skinning the layers of my belief You see This anxiety Waits for me like a nurse with needle in her hand And, I,like a scared child Run towards my mother My anxiety is like mother waiting on other end And everytime i embrace it I feel my heartbeats racing An escapade eluding time Sometimes it acts as a time warp Sometimes it is the seconds of clock Bursting scenarios in my mind Deaths Funerals And epitaphs Recite with a voice of a meak critic Sitting in the nooks of my cells Eating away my happiness One moment at a time Until the day breaks into million little sunsets And the monotonic rhythm of this lousy body Lulls this brain into sleep Anxiety is a beep of hospital lift I am the door of the patient's room Slowly opened to reveal Life taking deep breaths Anxiety doesn't make for a good poetry Which explains Why certain poems don't have a good end They just finish off suddenly Like anxiety retreating after long day Into the back seat of mind Slowly....