An Insidious malignance inside my mind betrays me yet another time.
Misaligned, hard to define, peace I just can't seem to find.
A Disease which plagues my thoughts, this pest! has brought such tension to my chest. Oh, please! I need my head to rest, so fraught, a sped up torture fest.
My heart, it pumps so fast, so hard
From the poison dart, my brain retards
Starts to shatter into shards. I may Depart with no regard
A poison dart straight through my spine
No choice of mine, my life declines
No rejoice in fear, this life of mine
The voices near, far from divine
Where can I go, what may I do?
All that I know, my fun seems to be through. Adventures and suns, I've seen a slew, but no longer the strength to take my cue.
I wish I could simply go back again
To a time when thoughts, they were my friend. A time before my nervous fits,
A time when I was thrilled to exist.
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Drewseph (Pseudonym) (
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The poem is suffused with a sense of relentless tension, dread, and a longing for relief. The persistent use of disquieting imagery – poison dart, shattering shards, voices far from divine – successfully embodies the intrusive and destructive nature of anxiety.
What I feel as I read this poem is a deep sense of empathy. It is saddening to visualize the struggle of a mind in such conflict, trying to escape from itself. The yearning expressed in the last two stanzas, a longing for a time of peace, resonates profoundly, further enhancing the poem's poignant effect.
Yet, there is a bitter beauty to be found in this raw articulation of emotional pain. The poem's strength lies in its ability to communicate such a deeply personal experience, allowing others to empathize and perhaps feel less alone in their own struggles. -jw
Thanks! I drafted this at work last week, kind of an attempt to put into words how my life has been affected as of late. Made me feel a lot better 🙂
Very creative expression of emotion experienced both in my own body and once again as I read your poem. Thanks for penning and sharing.
My pleasure! Getting this off my chest has made me feel much better.
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