Anxiety; The Quiet Storm

 

ANXIETY; THE QUIET STORM

What it calls?
Something is blowing?
Down my ribs,
Waves are trembling 
In my spine,
Heat is streaming
I'm neither angry nor grumpy,
Out of nowhere,
My blood is boiling
I'm all alone,
No one is talking,
But where the hell from,
Beyond my ears, ethereal smoke ascending
Mysterious resistance locked my throat, 
Won't let epiglottis spit swallowing
The face is expressionless although,
But inside the eyes,
Tears are shedding
Voice is lost in a vortex,
Into the abyss my words are spiraling
Now it's about to burst out,
At a mountainous rate, my heart is rising
I'm in senses,
But what is this feeling?
My thoughts are shattered,
My mind is boggling
The inside world is in implosion,
Overwhelmed with emotional flooding
My body is still,
Calm is to be pretending 
But my root dislodging 
My soul is shredding

-Areesha.J.Abid