Anxiety

Pacifique Niyitanga

This fear from thinking of death-
Can't stop me to breath
But this loneliness I feel is my way to suicide,
As long as depression is my strong guide

Ashamed and silent
Maybe this life is for rent
Meditation treats my brain but soul can't assent,
Healing level cannot exceed zero percent

Face with red eyes,
One with anger, and it cries,
That one with sorrowful look,
With the evil binded brain like paper in the book

I don't know its name
That face in the flame-
Makes me wild but no one to blame
I feel antsy like a moth to the frame

No way to explain my feelings,
But I know what this madness brings
Obviously, I really need medication
But this is not a sickness, maybe it's just a trepidation

I'm not afraid of this,
Even if it's a feeling I cannot miss
Whenever I face it, I lose peace and bliss,
But still it's the one I cannot dismiss.

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Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    an impassioned and honest write, showcasing
    your wonderful skill
    of flexible dexterity in end-rhyming prowess
    thanks for sharing!
    (please forgive my rudeness, dear poet
    but if I may be so bold as to suggest
    if you were to switch your verses around a little
    you'll find your creative rhyme scheme
    morph - into a complete
    standardisation of a unique, poetic form
    maybe, something like this:
    'This fear from thinking of death-
    Can't stop me to breath
    But this loneliness I feel is my way to suicide,
    As long as depression is my strong guide

    Ashamed and silent
    Maybe this life is for rent
    Meditation treats my brain but soul can't assent,
    Healing level cannot exceed zero percent

    Face with red eyes,
    One with anger, and it cries,
    That one with sorrowful look,
    With the evil binded brain like paper in the book

    I don't know its name
    That face in the flame-
    Makes me wild but no one to blame
    I feel antsy like a moth to the frame

    No way to explain my feelings,
    But I know what this madness brings
    Obviously, I really need medication
    But this is not a sickness, maybe it's just a trepidation.

    I'm not afraid of this,
    Even if it's a feeling I cannot miss
    Whenever I face it, I lose peace and bliss,
    But still it's the one I cannot dismiss')
    I truly mean no disrespect by rudely
    messing with your artistry, dear poet
    its just my overzealous and opinionated nature;
    again I sincerely apologise in advance
    if you find my actions in anyway disrespectful

    • Pacifique Niyitanga

      Glad to hear from your advice. .... great thanks, this is why comments are useful and your advice is useful too.. thanks again Mek... No rude, creativity needs improvement.

      • Pacifique Niyitanga

        Keepon advising. ..that's all I really need and thank you

      • myself and me

        Well penned. very powerful.



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