Anxiety
just one more breath
nice and slow, think it through
isn't life or death; see?
what do you want to do
I wish this wasn't me
living with this constant cage
no peace for my mind
oh it's just a stage, is it?
fight/flight I'm inclined
my mind left for me to quit
shaking, crying, pale
dreams so close till I fall
and yet again fail
empty; outward I call
anxiety detour
I again endure
nothing remains secure
This poem is about:
Me
Our world