Anguish

Silent screams rise and fall

With the ebb tide of my fears

In the pit of my sinking stomach

Creating an uproar of sorts

Fear and uncertainties of life

Have been born out of gloomy

Predictions by the soothsayer

Who warns direly, taking his tithe

Rational thoughts try a comeback

Unsuccessfully, being prevailed upon

By irrational fear of calamities yet

To befall or not as future is unknown

Why die several deaths in anticipation

I ask myself again and again, in vain

The disconnect between head and heart

Is too great, and that is my life’s bane!

Am trying to rise above this gloom

And doom which may all be untrue

And not happen, for the very essence of

Life is to live each moment to the brim

Anguish of mind has driven thousands to suicide; anguish of body, none. This proves that the health of the mind is of far more consequence to our happiness, than the health of the body, although both are deserving of much more attention than either of them receive.
C. C. Colton