sleepless – some kind of poem

thoughts racing
emotions raging
worries bubbling,
up and up

stomach twisting
posture stiffening
fingers clenching,
tight and tighter

when
will
it
end?

anxiety comes
and stays
in the dead of night

anxiety leaves
only when
sleep finally arrives

until
we
meet
again

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