Anxiety

Maplespal

I go through the hole and down the slope.​

I leave my pride and my hope.​

I walk alone to the ledge,​

balancing my life on its edge.​

I always leave myself behind​

searching the darkness for the memories to find.​

The further from the edge I sway,​

the harder I listen for those words you say.​

The tightness and pain bring you ever so near.​

Dying in a memory is nothing to fear.​

I would spend eternity in a mental trap with you,​

aware it's an emotional falsity of what is true.​

I painfully wait in that lucid dream,​

for my mind to hear my mental screams.​

With my life left on the edge to die,​

I question the darkness of the sky.​

When its blindness is so bright,​

it’s hard to find you in its night.​

As I loosen and the pain subsides,​

an emotional disappointment, I never died.​

Past the ledge, my pride, and hope,​

to that hole on the slope.​

I step back through,​

Into a reflections view,​

I step back through.​

 

To that hole on the slope,​

past the ledge, my pride, and hope.​

An emotional disappointment, I never died,​

as I loosen and the pain subsides.​

It’s hard to find you in its night,​

when its blindness is so bright.​

I question the darkness of the sky,​

with my life left on the edge to die.​

For my mind to hear my mental screams,​

I painfully wait in that lucid dream.​

Aware it's an emotional falsity of what is true,​

I would spend eternity in a mental trap with you.​

Dying in a memory is nothing to fear,​

the tightness and pain bring you ever so near.​

The harder I listen for those words you say,​

the further from the edge I sway.​

Searching the darkness for the memories to find,​

I always leave myself behind.​

Balancing my life on its edge,​

I walk alone to the ledge.​

I leave my pride and my hope,​

I go through the hole and down the slope.

  • Author: Maplespal (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 26th, 2024 04:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just a representation of how anxiety works. Up and down the feelings attack and subside to a sporadic tune.
  • Category: Unclassified
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