State of Anxiety

State of anxiety

A quickening of the heart,
the blood rushing through veins,
like small winding canals.
Thoughts of paranoia and helplessness,
rushing around the mind.
A subconscious deed at times,
attempting to connect with this reality.
People and their faces pass you by;
the insisting question digs at your sides:
"Who are you, and why me?"
Communication becomes a problem,
for these entities speak not,
but speak not of these entities,
as they are only fuel for this state.

Pupils dilate as hands presperate.
Short of breath and long on time;
Where are my rights?
Where is my being?
These people, these faces,
though still a blur,
are much clearer now.
The beat is steady
and breaths controlled.
A state represented without will,
no access to withdraw;
Deadlocked in contract.

These problems will respond in time,
When shall my choices be defined?
When does my life become instinctively mine?