I feel a breeze its breath is uncertainty in the air
With pauses then swells in growing gasps of despair
Unseen but felt on my neck it unsettles hairs on my skin
A cold shudder crosses me but I won't let it in
My heart quickens with each creeping cold gust
Telling me a storm's brewing, find shelter I must
Head down I plunge onward into the wind
Thunder on the horizon shades of dark sins won't rescind
Bone foundations tremble, earth of muscle shakes
Clouded thoughts assemble, lightening, mind breaks
Silent stillness, deep darkness wounded time on the fly
Caught in a spiderweb hours bound, procrastination my only ally
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Offline) - Published: April 10th, 2026 00:49
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Good write SB.
Than you very much Orchi for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Procrastinaction (! ) keeps anxiety away !
Indeed the same way compulsions do. Thanks so much for the read and understanding comment
Excellent Soren!
Thank you Katie you are most kind and it is appreciated
What a very powerful poem. I can honestly say I could relate to this. 2 years and 4 months ago, my therapist thought I was a lab rat and decided to do a new thing with therapy. It was beyond my control, the situation. A year of torture. I understand these feelings, the struggle between fear and resilience in the face of overwhelming circumstances. Your poem addresses themes of anxiety, uncertainty, and the human experience of confronting emotional and mental storms. You use the metaphor of a tempest to illustrate the poet's feelings of despair and the fight against overwhelming forces. Well written, Soren Barrett
Thank you my friend for the review and comment. Your understanding words of interpretation are most valued
Soren, this hits with a creeping tension that doesn’t let up…you can feel it building from the first breath. It’s not explosive, it’s invasive…like something closing in slowly but surely. I've felt this. A fave.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
There is nothing better than putting on your overalls and looking at the job in hand.
Then after a cup of coffee, looking at the job again.
Tomorrow seems a good time to look at that job in depth.
Decision made.
Wow and I could literally feel it, your imagery at the end was most traumatising, so very well done! I felt the anxiety and saw the show. 🌹 Kudos
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