Anxiety

a footstep on a cold floor
lit by early day
my journey of contention
always seems to begin this way

a breath
reassurance for a troubled heart
yet vile words slip through the fray
and my downfall is called to the start

I beg and cry for a reprieve
surely a punishment for sins i know not
a battle beyond what one can see
a reason without sound thought

Reviews

[Zerø]

You certainly captured the struggle of anxiety. "surely a punishment for sins I know not" is my favorite line. I also appreciate the subtle rhyming scheme and the fact that you were able to convey a sense of chaos, while using conventional structure. I enjoyed this poem.

[lostinthewaves]

Thank you so much! That is definitely one of my favorite lines.

[SwallowingNebulaes]

Gave me chills when I read this. I love this piece as well as your others, but these lines are relatable unlike any poem I've read about anxiety. Thank you for sharing!

[lostinthewaves]

Thank you! I appreciate your review.