Anxiety

Cold as winter
Icy, sharp,
my mind
an anxious
swirling
pool
and oh
my spine
does
shiver,
heaping up
tomorrow's
jams,
the gate
so hard
to close,
and worry's
broken
spinning
record
goes round
and round
in side
my
head,
the future
is a
giant
beast
as I
steep
in a
cold
soup
of
terror,
the
unknown
is my
boogeyman
 such
a mighty
nemesis,
but in
this
my hope
is great
for it
is all
that
I have
to fight
the
hippo
that stands
in front
peace