Anxiety

May 22nd, 2017

I'm feeling pretty down,

And my appetite's gone;

I don't understand,

What could be so wrong?

Maybe it's just a bad night,

Need a minute to myself.

Wait what's going on,

Don't leave, please help.

The shadow's filling in;

Tries to act as my friend.

Coming in uninvited,

Seems overpowering;

Makes just the right moves not to be seen.

Must be a gift, to overcome his grip;

Crippling you could describe it,

Paralyzed with one hit.

Step forward step back,

Step back,

Again.

How do I conquer a demon that swims?

When he is the water I sense in my lungs,

He controls the wings that lift me up.

Too high,

Terrified;

I'm afraid of this sight.

No oxygen here but he keeps me alive.

On edge,

Sweat;

It's just only out of reach.

The courage I need to set myself free.

Reviews

[Krista]

Your writing is awesome and I can really relate to it so much.

[Damien Ridge]

I related to this closely, to the anxiety and the dark. The personification of the shadow was a really nice touch and added a nice element. Was a good read and good poem thanks for sharing!

[Anna Charlie]

Thanks so much!