Anxiety Disorder
Dreamy pens with time in race
Ready to fly and embrace the sky
Like eagles flying facing the sun
With stubborn straight wings.
I stay here, holding my empty pen
My blank brain, my weighting fears
My white trembling wings
Looking around with no pain-
Nothing inside but the aery 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 which despair enclosed
Hold her on my back
Like dwarfs once held their sky.
So called poetry of Biba
So-called Poetry of Biba 