my focus is now drawn to only a ticking clock,
i count the seconds down to the last,
a feeling of weary washes over me,
hearing only but the wind from the bathroom window and feeling
the breeze that follows
senses i once had, now, almost non-existant,
numb.
numb to everything and nothing.
the sounds fade, the pain fades and the light fades.

Apostrophe to Anxiety.

O how I feel breathless as your embrace is like being in a jail cell
Bars of steel surround me making it hard to interact with people around me
Struggling to break you off as you siphon the energy out of me
You found me in the depths of despair and infected me with your venom of fear
Almost like a parasite looking for a host to latch on to

You claimed me as your prisoner the night I said “I’m just going to stay home”