Atavistic Apprehension Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

Sorrowful seas well up within my eyes

As I sit in a state of solitary suspension.

Uncertain about which forsaken way

This winding, crooked alleyway leads.

Claustrophobic suffocating gasps

Rasp out in a torrent of violent heaves

That cause rapid tremors of agony

In the cavernous regions of my mind.

thum-thump

thum-thump thum-thump thum-thump

My organ of blood beats quickened

As the terror rises up within my soul.

How did this dreadful fear get within me?

How did this anxious antipathy invade?

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Offline)
Published: September 13th, 2024 08:11
Comment from author about the poem: POETS NOTE: Anxiety's a bitch. As "Atavistic Apprehension" explores, anxiety can be an overwhelming and isolating experience. It's crucial to remember that these feelings, while intense, are not permanent. September is Suicide Awareness Month, reminding us of the importance of reaching out and seeking help. If you or someone you know is struggling with anxiety or having thoughts of suicide, please know that support is available. In the US, call or text 988 or chat at 988lifeline.org to reach the 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline. For other countries, please seek out your local suicide prevention hotline. You're not alone in this journey.
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