Anxiety by Syed Umar Bukhari (18, Pakistan)

​This creeping feeling
surrounds me
and I try to outthink it.
Crawling. Crawling. Crawling.
I’m encompassed
and I am overwhelmed
by this trend.
Down a spiral, tunneling in wilts.

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Take me away, break me down and remake me...
without
all the woes.
But that would cancel the purpose
of my existence
and I am born for salvation.
I can’t focus anymore;
I’m a hostage:
my own prison,
my own sanctuary,
my own praying mat.
Hold
my
hand.
Take me away.