Anxiety

In melancholy silence i passed the days

to kill time I search for ways

In this emotional wasteland I try to survive

My spirits, affections I desperately revive

through phone calls, rendezvous, and the web

I muster courage to pass this ebb

I dream and imagine of days to come

of laughter, romance, and songs to hum

my words betray me, my poetry shies

in rueful tears my vision dries

.....The last few days have been particularly bad. I wish to go back in time.