Dear anxiety, go away,
Don’t come back here any day—
I am tired of sleepless nights,
Being caught up in my frights
Of things beyond my control—
Feeling trapped down in a hole—
You are smothering my soul.
Dear depression lift your curse,
Get the hell out; I’ll be terse,
I never asked you to come here
And I want you gone—it’s clear.
Your dark grip shall loose its hold,
These dark days have grown old.
I no longer want to feel so cold.
Dear society, still at large,
Full of advice deep as a barge,
You think you can label my brain,
Put me on drugs, call me insane;
Yet, I’ve got you caught red handed,
You’ve done your part—here I’ve landed.
I take me back, we’re disbanded.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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A more mature and proactive “rain, rain, go away…” we do have to take ourselves back and be the captain of our ship! Keep ‘em coming amigo🙏🏻🕊
Merci beaucoup, mon ami! Pardon my French. 😉 Ha! I've always wanted a legitimate reason to say that—check! ✅ 🤣 You’re most welcome, and I’ll certainly do my best… though hopefully without having to go through another days-long, seemingly uncontrollable panic attack next time. 😵💫 Back to normal now, and at least I have poetry to help me process—it truly is a blessing. Again, thank you so much, my friend. Deeply appreciated. 🙏🖤📮😤💔🖋️
"Pardon my French," now there's a phrase that would fit well in a poem or be its title! My latest tack is to imagine the panic as a wave that I have to ride and even tunnel through. Perhaps that's a subconscious reason why I have never gone surfing - to be freed to use that in my head to surf the panic. 🕊️🙏🏻
For the rawness and bravery to put on paper what is so deeply felt a fave. It speaks from the racing heart and pumping arteries of a disease that spreads as cancer uncontrolled. No advice will serve its an unenforceable crime of the nerve. Medications may dull but not cure this malignant invader. Well done my friend peace be with you.
Indeed. Thank you, dearest Soren, for your time, your profound, deep understanding and close read, and for your sincere support. I am blessed our paths have crossed, my friend. Always appreciated! Peace be with you as well. 🖤🙏📮😤💔🖋️
It’s difficult when we feel ways that we don’t like / don’t want to feel
Emotions can be difficult
I get frustrated / sad with my dissociation .. and half the time think it why should I have to feel that way
Sometimes it’s hard to get ourselves to feel differently
And can become very tiring feeling these ways
A good writing
Therapists can help but even that can feel difficult sometimes
Indeed, my friend. You are 💯 spot on and I really appreciate your time, your close read, and your insightful feedback. You are very much appreciated fellow poet. 😊🖤🙏📮😤💔🖋️
Good write T. My poem is 'Dear KP, go away!' Heehee.
Hahaha! I had a feeling that might have been it! 🤣 Thank you so much, Orchi! Much appreciated, my friend! 🖤🙏📮😤💔🖋️
Brave and honest write of something drugs do not really help, there ice on a burn they just cool for a minutes, yet I sense a positive ending in the read and I hope that is the case. nicely expressed and written
I hope it is the case my friend. This and my last few came from a massive, days long panic attack that was the most relentless i have ever had. It literally nearly disabled me from being able to function at all. Not sure how i got out of it, but it has made me do quite a bit of reflecting. So...here's hoping! Thank you so much, dear friend and poet, for your time, your feedback and concern, and your ongoing support. All invaluable to me. Have a great evening, my friend. 🖤🙏📮😤💔🖋️
You are very welcome
Triumphant writing.
Thank you so much my friend! Much appreciated! 🖤🙏📮😤💔🖋️
You're downright hilarious. This prettily rendered disavowel of aught negativity is charming indeed, from excellent imagery and lively spirit, to the strengthening poignancy, it's too beautiful. [And methinks I've realized why your work is characteristically dark-- there's no light when you're writing, one of the reasons I refuse to compose during the night, another being my desire for light as it were, and what lifts the soul higher than these murky realms below.] Thank you for sharing.
Wow, my dear friend. I am humbled. Indeed, very perceptive of you. I have always written in the darkness (metaphorically and, sometimes, literally...with some light as I\'m not a cat 🤣) and I only hope that others who read it might not feel so alone. You are most welcome, Missy. Thank you for your time, your close read, your astute and perceptive feedback, as well as your support. 🖤🙏📮😤💔🖋️
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