There is an anxiety arising in my blood
It's nothing that will show up in tests
But it has begun to pester me more
than you know and it turns me to jello
Makes a meal of any words I might use
to explain away the ouch of such pain
And it is soon so agonizing it consumes
all of me, from the center out
The anguish is no light thing, no piece
of fluff...no, if I don't address it immediately,
I will be in the hospital dying before I know
quite what happened or how.
