Suffer

It’s that time, where my body is at its last

Where time rips through my soul, the pace is too fast

My mind in the abyss of a realm where my thoughts lay frozen

I scream and shout yet all I hear is nothingness

And so I fall into nothingness

 

I fall and fall, knowing there is a bottom

Yet in the moment I cannot see it or feel it

Panic and anxiety is what I bear

on the outside you see me smile but my very being begins to tear

into tiny pieces that I have to sew back together

why oh why, by and by I lose my tether

 

Whether you are little of Mighty, 

Oh the irony

For most resilient souls suffer from Anxiety

Reviews

[DoormanDan]

This poems fits into how I am in so many ways. It really struck my heart with lovely words like abyss and realm(all of which one might associate with anxiety). The line where time rips through my soul, the pace is too fast is just awesome. Brilliant piece of writing! Bravo!

[Don't just B, but B ama..]

Great poem, it reminds me of how ignorant people can be who haven't experienced certain things. I myself in the past have judged people not knowing what they are going through. I am bipolar and ex-alcoholic & addict, and love this piece. NEVER GIVE UP! There is HOPE. Stay Strong, inspiring, thanks for sharing. PS-I'd love to come to Cape Town and fish for sharks!

[BrokenArted]

As someone who suffers from anxiety, I must say that this describes it perfectly. I love your flow. Great job!

[BlankCypher]

I like this poem a lot! It reminds me of quite a few times in my life.
It's great because it is relatable, very well written and flows in a very good, very concise way.
Well done, keep it up :D