anxiety in rhyme

all of this
all of you
already know/

many things/
are too big for words to describe/
too rich and abundant to encompass it all/

which is why/
it seems trivial and mundane to write/
in here all the feeling of waiting to fall/

never mind
never worry
it is just me/

I'm the one ever patiently waiting/
always second in line, never called upon first/
whose image is rapidly fading