Existential Anxiety

This anxiety is ripping me apart

It’s like a snake curling around itself

Squeezing itself

Poisoning itself

Crushing me into nothingness

I can’t hold it any longer

I run away from it

I shy away from it

I hide away from it

But it comes back

Crawling like a baby to its mother

All hungry and helpless

I face the world

And world barks at me

Like a rabid dog

About to infect me

With its unending boredom

And melodious meaninglessness

I write about it

And feel it’s gone

Then walking down

The lonely road of my existence

I find it waiting for me

Like a beggar

Asking for everything that I have

I give away everything

I walk away naked

Without a speck of soul left in me

And its calls me back

Saying, 

“I am what you are.”

“Don’t run away.”

Don’t shy away.”

Don’t hide away.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“Come back to me.”

“You are left with nothing but me.”

“Hold on to me till you find what you are not.”

I look at it

All helpless and devoid of reason

I sit besides it

On a rainy pavement

Asking for pennies of memories

I can treasure and cash

For my next life

Which I am not certain of either.