A gyre

Gaining power,

The gyre of anxiety,

Pulls me more,

1..2...3...

And I am numb!

With an insensate mouth

 a..b...c...

And I am blank!

Even a strong umbrella cannot

Avoid a stubborn vortex,

Everytime.

Every pointed bristle of the crushed leaves

Stinging,

Like a swarm of bees.

Emotions stationary,

Like every passing tree.

Deep in that dungeon

Is my own self,

Undeviating.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading
Picture:Iris Scott

Reviews

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great use of vocabulary here... love the words choices and the description of building anxiety, swirling, twisting around you as you remain constant in your dungeon, separated from the chaos of the world, your world... there is a sense of calm in turmoil in this peace... well-done, FCB

[fattycbreezy52]

and you have grasped my thoughts too damn perfectly here FT.The review made me speechless.Thnaks a lot:)