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Nocturnal Nerves

In the still of night, when shadows creep,
My mind becomes a restless sheep.
Anxiety's grip, a relentless hold,
Keeps me captive in its icy fold.

Sleep eludes me, a cruel jest,
As thoughts race through my weary breast.
What-ifs and worries plague my soul,
Robbing me of peace, taking their toll.

My body trembles, my breath comes short,
As fear consumes me, a torturous report.
My heart pounds like a drum, a deafening beat,
Threatening to burst from my anxious seat.

I toss and turn, seeking respite,
But sleep remains a distant flight.
The darkness amplifies my dread,
A suffocating blanket, heavy on my head.

With each passing hour, the night grows long,
And I succumb to anxiety's mournful song.
Sleep becomes a distant dream,
As I'm held captive by this waking nightmare's gleam.

But as the dawn approaches, a glimmer of light,
Whispers hope in the darkest of nights.
I take a deep breath, trying to find my way,
Through the labyrinth of fear that holds me at bay.

I will not surrender to this relentless storm,
I will find strength within my weary form.
With each new day, I'll face my fears,
And break free from anxiety's bitter tears.