Worry a'creapin Confusion sets Nerves are startled Fear Upsets
Minds a racin' Thoughts implode Face is flushed Fear Explodes
Hearts a'flutter Chest tightens up Voices stutter Fear Erupts
Hearts a'poundin Sweat then rolls Panic resounding Fear unfolds
Deaths a'loomin Dreads attack All consuming Fear is back
Peace a'buildin Calm ensues If Gods willing Fear defused
I learned a 2 beat structure similar to this from a friend on Facebook. I took what I learned and put my own twist on it by bouncing back and forth between 2 and 3. Even kind of a 3-4. I think it sounds better with that beat rather than a constant 2. As if I did anything to explain what I mean by a beat-structure lol. Its just my personal language that I use. I used that structure while thinking about anxiety and this is the result.
Nocturnal awakening At 2am Crawling Down The stairs
Slipping out the door A whisper of a person A shadow of a woman Car keys clenched tight In a bony fist
Racing Racing Racing thoughts Each one too fast To see it out To the end Incomplete sentence Interrupted by my own Brain
Down the front steps Light scuffing of slippers On concrete Opening the driver door And dropping into the seat Half expecting To fall straight through Half hoping To hit the floor Colliding with the ground A welcome impact I need to be shaken I need to be stirred I need to reset A cognitive correction
Keys in the ignition Thinking of my neighbors As I turn Wondering if they’re awake Listening to the sounds Of me giving up Giving in To insomnia Bitterly
Cigarette paper Sticking to dry lips Lighter under my thumb Fire’s gentle kiss Smoke plumes Out the window Into the cloudy Night Sky
My mind is a trick-seed sprouting in me Runners wide run in rich but shallow soil Each birthing things that were not meant to be Deserted, parched they die as I recoil A false womb am I and guilty tears shed Over false dreams buried in open graves Who will come to avenge the wanton dead The miscarriages flow in scarlet waves ‘Had you but fed us,’ each cries out, ‘you could Now reap.’ As weeds they rise from their dark holes And invading, choking out new crops would Paralyze this befuddled, barren soul Who can supplant the worming roots, their cry And fate other than death my dreams supply?