The anxious mind

The twitching eye
the trembling hand
as the mind draws the soul
towards the quick sand.
That tightening gut
that agitated voice
enslaved by the mind
though there's a choice.
The empty feeling
when joy should resound
dreading the maybes
of the cynical sound.
That breath which shortens 
when panic kicks in
all logic is lost
as thought takes a spin.
The nervous chatter
familiar in kind
all caustic clutter
of the anxious mind.