The Leper and The Bard

My first poem ever. A brief look at anxiety from different perspectives. I know it's pretty rough, but it means a lot to me.

Clenched fists, concealed thoughts
Electricity courses through the heart
Rationality abolished as primalilty prevails
Thick fog obscures the leper, an impenetrable shield of his own creation
Insurgent plots foiled again by his wicked tricks
Another failure, another success

Trodding home with an uneasy smile
he is overcome with gravity, an irresistible pull from the depths
Betrayed again, he trudges on
Rain greets the leper
Even the skies are watching

Bright smile, welcoming gaze
Hands shake with anticipation of the first note
Practiced to please, he strums his instrument
His play enlightens and overcomes all,
all but the bard
Spirits uplifted, concerto concludes

Packing his instrument in solitude,
he cries.
Missed notes, indecent presentation, varied vibrato
Hall of liars, clapping with hands of alleged endearment
Betrayed again, he walks away
Rain greets the bard
Another success, another failure

Fog obscures his bitter symphony
Shared darkness keeps his suffering at bay
Sun light appears through the miserable shroud
Smiling back at him, no sign of a cloud