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IdleHvnds Feb 20
Anxiety won…
The ever growing whirlpool
Beckoning me to be swept away ,
Slowly filling my lungs with doubt, fear and resentment
It swallows me whole,
Spiralling, further and further into nothingness.

Anxiety won…
I’m unable to pull myself out,
And I fear no one else is around to help me.
IdleHvnds Feb 20
To be completely honest,
I’m not sure, what it is I’m trying to do.
Writing poetry, I’ve never really been good with words.

I struggle with conveying my thoughts and dreams
into something solid, I only envision shadows in my mind,
I can never clear away the darkness —
My conscience trapped behind a fog.
even know, calling it out.
It hides from me.

It’s lost, how I feel, any thought I had becomes a migraine,
I pressure I can’t seem to get rid of.

Perhaps, I’ve completely locked myself away,
so that I cannot be harmed any longer.
IdleHvnds Feb 20
Letting go —  is something I need to practice.
Why should I hold on to things that cause me pain.

I stand here on fire, seeking no relief, engulfed in blistering agony..
I won’t allow myself to extinguish the flames licking at my skin.
In fear that I might be just imaging things.

I don’t cry out, I don’t say a word —
I watch as my skin melts,
beads of moister gathering in the corner of my eyes,
Rolling down my cheek, these tears give little alleviation.

I walk further into the fire, as proof to myself,
This isn’t bad, I’m just being sensitive.

— The End —