Anxiety is the color red like the stinging remnants of my tears that have passed,
Anxiety tastes like black coffee at three am,
Anxiety smells like a drip of my nosebleed that just wont fade,
Anxiety sounds like the constant pounding in my pulse,
Anxiety feels like the limp in my throat from the starchy medication,
Anxiety, is my hidden enemy
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Anxiety
PoetryAnxiety is not a joke. This is based on Anxiety, some poems and what not. So, enjoy. Some of these aren't mine, the owners get the credit. (Most came off this website; http://hellopoetry.com with the Anxiety hash-tag) I am using other people's poem...
