Hypervigilance Poem, by FallingAwake2, at My poetic side

These knotted guts

eject my pulsating heart,

while I wait for my welfare

to imminently crumble–

I’m lunging from my vessel.

I frantically survey for danger,

but the culprits remain covert–

I turn up empty on my basis.

But failing to subside, I wonder…

do the wires of my diagnosis

wrap me in incessant neurosis?

Or has conditioning to trauma

trained my brain to fear?

Regardless I remain engulfed

by this looming devastation,

and my neck constantly aches

from looking over my shoulder.

Comments +

sorenbarrett August 15th, 2024 12:56
Paranoia follows suspicion and how can one not be suspicious? A raw and powerful write.
Tony36 August 15th, 2024 16:52
Great write

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