Anxiety
Gnaws away
Like a cancer inside,
Making every movement
Feel foreign.
It takes away the ability
To know when to jump
And when to settle.
Is this how it's supposed to feel?
The empty hollowness
Surrounded by frenetic noise.
Pull and pull,
Like a tug o' war.
When will I snap?
When will one side fall,
And I go limp?
The fight all gone,
And I'm left slack, flaccid,
Tied in useless knots.
I might get my feet back under me,
But for now, I lay quiet,
Patiently awaiting the inevitable.
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