Anxiety

by: D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930)

THE hoar-frost crumbles in the sun, 

The crisping steam of a train Melts in the air, 

while two black birds 

Sweep past the window again.  

 Along the vacant road, a red Bicycle approaches;

I wait In a thaw of anxiety, 

for the boy To leap down at our gate.  

 He has passed us by; 

but is it Relief that starts in my breast? 

Or a deeper bruise of knowing that still 

She has no rest.

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[lee von cleef]

"Or a deeper bruise of knowing "
Anxiety, the very real emotion that sneaks up on you taking you away ,down a sleepy river, laid back lounging your paddle loose in your palm, then wham your flipped where did these rapids come from?
Me too, Oh Torreon,
A Poem by lee von cleef my anxiety.

[Angel Bella]

You are welcomed along with your precious words.