Anxiety

What is it that keeps us up at night

What is it that makes us sleep all day

What is it that made us lock and isolate

But always makes us feel we need an escape

Something that made us go silent when words needed to express

But something that makes us blurt words we never meant

Something that makes us question every move

But also a thing that justifies dreaded Dr Google

As I ponder on my old friend's mysterious roots

Pills exercise therapy  serve  only as his 

food

How...how does one forget

I can only chuckle and say wait for this prose to end

The irony too much...for it makes one forget a very old friend....

21 June 2021