I think I’ve done enough to keep
Anxiety at bay,
But, every time I fall asleep,
My fears get in the way.

And so I push a hollow pen
Across a slanted page
And try to calm my nerves again
And somehow act my age.

But, in the end, it does no good;
I’m caught in panic’s net,
And, though I hoped I never would,
I break out in a sweat.

And, in the morning when I wake,
I’m floating on a salty lake.

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