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The constant battle between sanity & insanity
the sudden rush of worry that comes before me
Questions of close acquaintances on what’s gotten into me
using these meds heavy, they’ve became a friend of me

But they don’t know how anxiety can mentally destroy a man
I wanted to be happy & worry free, this wasn’t part of the plan
so here I am at war with myself & the mind of the possessed
trying to figure out if the end is indeed next
cause even when I pray to be let go
I can never plan for the consequences
it’s either Freedom or a Death Sentence
no fear of any human alive except I
Anxiety brought out the best in me,
that’s why I cry
- Poetic Venxm
Some recoil at the scars,
some wish to know how you received them.
I want to be a scientist,
maybe a chemist,
so I can dissect every molecule
and atom of your structure
to prove to the world
that perfection and magic
does exist.
Gonna try something new here.
YOU
She walks in the verse
I struggle to write

She is my moon on a starlit night

The cool summer breeze on a warm dark beach

Caressing my face yet so far out of reach.

— The End —