Analysis of The Anxiety Fray

Unraveling and traveling
In time without a name.
The tattered thread is mine to dread;
Anxiety not tame.

The ragged space between each place
Where I have stood and fought,
Against my foe; a worn out show
Of tattered dreams still sought.

There are some days of shabby ways
That lead me to the war
Of battlefields and worn-out shields
For peace worth fighting for!