Anxiety’s Whisper in the Midnight Hours

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In the silence of the night, it comes to play,
Shadows stretching long across my mind,
A whisper soft yet impossible to sway,
Binding thoughts in chains I cannot unwind.

The clock ticks loud, a constant reminder,
Of moments slipping through my grasp,
As worry’s grip grows ever tighter,
In its embrace, I am caught and clasped.

Dreams dance just beyond my reach,
As fear builds walls around my heart,
Each breath a struggle, each word a speech,
In this silent storm, I fall apart.

Yet somewhere deep within, a light remains,
A flicker of hope in the darkest night,
With courage found in the smallest gains,
I rise to face this endless fight.

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