It feels like death hovering and fear lingering.
Its like the window shades closing and lights dimming..
Anxiety feels like losing a race where your being chased..
  You quickly need to be freed.
Yet it's slapping your face desiring to
**** the life out of you till you can't breath..
And your mental starts to bleed.
Because in the moment you feel your dying,
its forgetting, The fight isn't realistic
The body is responding as if it is.
Depression sometimes we just can't even put a finger on whats going on..
  Feelings  a bowls mixtures of Polluted stirrings.
Sometimes It can be just a hint of somethings off.
To a daggers throw of slayed emotions.. But when things rain of hurricanes.
And your lost in the drowning of crashing planes...
Your doing Jail time in the cells of Depression and Anxiety.
Where variety of pills may work on and off for a lil relief from its complexity.
H.E.R_Poetry@SelinaSharday 2022