High Anxiety Poem by Alessandra Liverani

High Anxiety



Thank goodness, the yellow ball is hanging from the rope
If it weren't there, well I really don't think I could cope
Oh no, it's now the red ball swinging in the breeze
My hands tense up, I start to sweat, my whole body's in a freeze

Oh what relief, I can see now the yellow ball shining like the sun
At least for now, just for a short while, I can really have some fun
But just as I thought, the red ball has come and displaced my yellow friend
My anxiety returns, my calm has now come to an abrupt end

All those emotions sparked by coloured balls of complete irrelevance
The relief, the anxiety, the calmness, and then so tense
Just like a smoker whose emotions constantly whirl and spin
Around irrelevant, useless sticks that hang above their chin

(Sydney, Australia - 2005)

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Alessandra Liverani

Alessandra Liverani

Wollongong, Australia
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