25 Feb 2008 <br /> <br />The name’s A, like a thunder cloud <br />Above your head I hover about. <br />Although like Stealth without a sound, <br />Of all emotions I have most clout. <br /> <br />Pressing down upon your brain <br />Staying through your horrid day <br />I’ll tire you, I’ll make you drain <br />All energy just to keep me away <br /> <br />You cup your head, I’m forced to flee <br />As you sit and play some chess*; <br />But don’t you know, just wait and see: <br />Later I’ll make you a mess <br /> <br />Open your eyes, oh welcome back! <br />I wonder how your lil’ game went? <br />Don’t you worry, I do not lack <br />Patience; I’m such a gent. <br /> <br />So try again some other time, <br />For now, too bad, you’re mine. <br /> <br />===== <br /> <br />*In Chinese, we say somebody “is playing chess with the king” meaning somebody is taking a nap. (gen1 zhou1 gong1 xia4 qi2)<br /><br />Tiffanie Lein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anxiety-12/
