Anxiety is Inevitable
A catastrophe, unavoidable.
With it's poisonous treat,
I'm left in defeat.
Defeated in Phobic composition,
I'm left in distressed position.
Cast down and Phorbidden*.
Maltreated and verboten.
Forgotten in pain and sorrow,
I try to push forward like the archers arrow.
Though it's tiny and small,
It gets to it's target after all.
Oh!, phobia, it brings down from a lifted position,
And leaves it's prey in phobic composition.
