--- title: The Anxiety of the Unknown date: 2010-08-21T20:17:31Z modified: 2023-08-01T11:23:44Z permalink: "https://www.poetryoflife.com/the-anxiety-of-the-unknown/" type: post status: publish excerpt: "" wpid: 1082 categories: - Life Poems featured_image: "https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/The-Anxiety-of-the-Unknown-1.jpg" featured_image_alt: The Anxiety of the Unknown author: Praveen Kumar timestamp: 2023-08-01T11:23:44Z tags: - Life Poems --- lying awake in the middle of the night when the world is almost dead with the rain drops dripping one by one it feels as if the sky is [raining](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/tears-in-the-rain.md) my tears; fear, that’s what keeping me awake, as I close my eyes and try to slam it shut, it begins to creep and crawl all over my senses, starting with the most obvious and branching out to all corners of the mind; why? what? how? so many [questions](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/questions-of-life.md), yet very few answers, as the mind spins its [intricate web](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/intricate-web-of-life.md) over my confidence, leaving me high and dry, gasping for breath and keeping me wide awake; as I lay on my back with my hands under my head, staring at the darkened ceiling, uncertain and confused; it was not supposed to be like this, no one mentioned a word about this, staring vacantly at the darkened ceiling, I could not sleep; trying not to [lose myself](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/lose-myself.md), my mind keeps thinking about the if’s and the probabilities, without a care about the present; and [in the end](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/in-the-end.md), it was all a little too much to take, as the [fear of the unknown](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/fear-of-the-unknown.md) surround me from all sides, and darkness creeping its way up slowly and steadily, the nightmares loom larger and bigger, blurring everything else before I collapsed into a restless sleep; ![The Anxiety of the Unknown](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/The-Anxiety-of-the-Unknown-1.jpg) The Anxiety of the Unknown ————————————————————————————— _There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it. – Ovid_ —————————————————————————————