2:14 AM.
Words don’t describe,
this feeling.
Anxiety,
depression,
hope,
sorrow,
giddiness.
A torrent,
of emotions,
flowing through me.
Should be asleep.
Can’t think of that.
Still,
my head is full,
of cobwebs.
I’ll function,
somehow.
Tomorrow.
For tonight,
I pace,
and frett,
and wonder.
But mostly,
I hope,
that tomorrow,
is better,
than today.
Poetry
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I’m not sure if this is intentional, but the style of this poem, specifically the choppiness of it and short lines, make the feeling of anxiety present in the reader. It is effective in making your reader relate to your feelings brought forth in the piece. I would suggest adding some imagery in here so we can picture it well – right now, the only imagery is the cobwebs.