Anxious And Nervous Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

I can’t concentrate, can’t get things done,
The medicine I take, makes me quite numb.

With a hundred things to do, I can’t even do one,
This nervousness frightens away the fun.

It’s this wonder drug like cortisone,
That strengthens my muscle but chills my bone.

Family members mistake a cry for a groan
I’d rather stop taking it than turn to stone

Even when it’s time to go home,
All this confusion keeps me quite alone.