As worry and stress consume the air, constantly pulling at me.
Nervous thoughts take over my mind, dancing with a frenetic beat.
Tying knots in my stomach, a relentless feat.
Breathing becomes shallow as my heart starts to race.
Anxiety tightens its grip, leaving traces of deceit.
The world becomes heavy, a burden to bear, as worries and stress consume the air.
Each decision feels daunting, each step unsure. Anxiety's grip on life is hard to endure.
- Author: Angela Unique Raine ( Offline)
- Published: September 29th, 2023 00:58
- Category: Sad
- Views: 9
Comments4
when the spirit is locked
the key lost
call the Bouddha
indeed,
Auden labelled modernity
as the 'age of anxiety' for a reason..
'stay' strong!
thank you for sharing
such a relatable read
Thanks I really appreciate it.thank you for your kind words I wrote this poem due to someone I knew who took his own life
I'm so sorry for your loss, dear poet
I hope that person has finally
found the peace they were searching for
Thank you I really appreciate it and I hope they have to
Very good to write about this topic and get it out in the open....this is very relatable to me. I suffer from panic disorder. I hope you continue to write. Great job!
Thanks I really appreciate it 🙂
Thanks everyone I wrote this poem due to someone I know who took there own life
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