The Anxious Mind (a Poem)

The Anxious Mind

The anxious mind races up and down

Delirious and out of breath

With no breadth to its thoughts

Fixated on the obvious inevitable

The doom to befall us next

It holds the heart hostage

Sitting it in that cage

where it bleeds harder and harder 

staged in iron that won’t falter

Palms sweat, eyes tear

Under the tyranny of that hapless mind

They plead. They explain.

They sooth with what they can.

But the mind is relentless.

Marching down a familiar path

Dragging the others along

Against their will

You are hurting us - they say.

Nothing good will come of this - they say.

But here we go again.