By Shantanu Srivastava
Lying on the bed of my own thoughts
A storm of worries, forever caught.
The flame of anxiety ignites,
Consuming all, leaving only the darkest nights.
No respite from the alarm's persistent din,
Investigating the source, but unable to begin.
Each day, a desperate search for peace,
But turmoil reigns, my soul's release.
Safety measures in place, yet no reprieve,
The fire rages on, my heart it does deceive.
No sign of calm, just endless strife,
A restless mind, my constant life