Anxiety Disorder
Dreamy pens with time in race
Ready to fly and embrass the sky
Like eagles flying facing the sun
With straight intrembling wings.
I stay here, holding my empty pen
My white brain, my weighting fears,
My white trembling wings.
Looking around without a pain,
Nothing inside but the load.
Seeing my Rose fainted close
To her Despair grows.
I stand to leave the room.
Despair opens his hands wide;
But i choose to squeeze my heart
Water my Rose with despair rose.
Hold her on my back
Like dwarfs once held their sky.
@Socalled poetry of Biba 2020
So-called Poetry of Biba 