Anxious - A Poem from Shall Fear No Evil

The wriggling spices of

my sensibilities nod and

sometimes flounder

at the sight of a 

hurt animal on 

the side of the road

as if trying to make

sense of

the melancholy way

that death and life

rhythms along

until we wonder if there

really is a purpose to this all.

I shut my eyes

lean back in the chair

one

two

ten

twenty

counting until the uncontrollable desire 

to flee

has started to melt

like sweat between my palms

running dry

I am running on empty 

wondering if

one day

my cup will overflow

surely goodness and mercy

will follow me

if I dwell in the house of the

Lord.

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This poem is from my chapbook titled “Shall Fear No Evil.” Learn more about the chapbook here.