Anxiety

Anxiety

A Poem by _mal

And suddenly the colours are vicious and the sounds assaulting
stomach dropped

dragging breaths in around it

trying to climb up through my ribcage

cannot get out of my head  

so focused, every element of existence competing for attention

 disconnected


if I'm going to die

i'm going to.


© 2017 _mal



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if you've had "it" - well, you recognize "it"... and if you haven't - few really know or understand how deeply and fully "it" impacts

Posted 1 Year Ago


Very Good. This has a very raw visceral feel that portrays the gut wrenching assault of anxiety. I' m sure many will identify with this. There is a hopelessness and fatalism expressed at the end that is very sad.
Well done.
Alan
You might be interested in my poem called 'manicarus' about a quiite different state of mind that I experience from time to time.
Thanks

Posted 1 Year Ago


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I like your poem. Anxiety sucks.
Sometimes feels like the end.

Posted 1 Year Ago


_mal

1 Year Ago

Thanks fir getting it. Sometimes the only way to get through an attack is to accept it
There are moments when you just let go ( your last two lines); every time I free fall I say that to myself. Of course, this could also be a fUFC fighter entering the Octagon- Or your meaning behind the words :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


I suppose we can survive near death experiences but describing the moments of death takes an act of imagination. Your attempt seems authentic and is vividly written.
Well done,
Alan
You might like to read my attempt at this- Dad the clocks stopped. Not sure what page it's on.


Posted 1 Year Ago


~ i'm perpetually on the brink of being in this space... and yet i can never describe it as vividly and as poignantly as you have... ~ that acute sense of self awareness and the world around is so tough to write about but you've excelled in bringing all of that to life on this page...

Posted 1 Year Ago


_mal

1 Year Ago

Thank you for the review. Me too, sometimes when I'm flipping out thinking that if i were to die I w.. read more
. serah .

1 Year Ago

~ you're very welcome... i came across a quote recently which said that "in the long run, we're all .. read more

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