A Love Poem to the Anxious

The void of the mind weighted with the most endless of tasks. 

Remedied with bitter coffee, worn like a light roast mask. 

Trembling anxiously with the earth as it quakes. 

Buried in heaps of papers, meetings and ash. 

A lightning bolt strikes as the storm begins to pass. 

Off the clock with a wave of relief, 

The woes of the day nothing more than an empty glass.  

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