Anxious Traveler

So nervous, my skin shakes and I can feel the days mount.

My words so weak from a distance and no word in days,

Is there another, feels like a trap and I'm sauntering in.

Dissappointment has been my moniker and I only want to be,

better than this.

God, I'm cloudy, heavy, draped with a steady cold wind.

I must have a warm Easterly, I must have warmth, your hands,

The only things that can calm.