Anxiety

Anxiety

A Poem by The Fretless Horseman
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This poem attempts to accurately depict the thoughts of a person with anxiety.

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I am alone in a crowd of hundreds
A specter of a man
All I want is to be wanted
Sadly, I don't have a plan
I see faces uninviting
Demeanors cold and afraid
Though some may wear fake smiles,
I see nothing here to gain
In the midst of the crowded room,
A pretty young lady catches my eye
So sweet, seemingly genuine
But it's impossible to say "hi"
My lips are glued together
My feet are buried in cement
As my eyes attempt to connect with hers,
I see that she's with another man
Feeling foolish, I turn away
Realizing that this is for naught
Wondering what he would do if he caught me
What kind of battle would be fought? 
A war of wits? A conflict of words?
How many lives would be lost?
One, I can count, it's my confidence
Anxiety turns me to rust

© 2014 The Fretless Horseman


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Struggling with anxiety disorder myself, you described it well..... "Anxiety turns me to rust" a great ending to a great poem

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you described anxiety true.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The Fretless Horseman

9 Years Ago

Thank you!

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Added on May 19, 2014
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The Fretless Horseman
The Fretless Horseman

Joliet, IL



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I'm a musician, mostly, but I write as often as I can. My apologies in advance, but I write what I feel, and it's not always happy. more..

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