Anxiety

Anxiety,
tiny impish fingers
plucking at the cords
of my sanity,
plucking at my bowels,
spilling over the resovoirs
of salt water tears,
unlocking the mucus membrane
that seems to fill my head,
crowding my brain to the
back and sides of my skull,
magical little imps
cutting me down at the knees,
and faries flying around
my head making me dizzy,
until I collapse,
shivering from the cold
flapping of their wings,
and I am lost in a mother goose tale,
running up the down escalader,
running for higher ground
but it is nowhere to be found
please somebody find me,
I'm so alone...