This Anxiety

Hannabal

I feel it lodged in my throat, burying into my mind and squeezing my stomach. 

I tell myself I'm okay. 

But my insides don't listen.

They just keep twisting and churning within me.

My brain never ceasing these uneasy thoughts.

Images of failure and sadness doomed to be the outcome of every decision.

I am a wreck;

scalp rubbed raw from obsessive washing and nails so short, it hurts at any attempt to bite them. 

So I give my bottom lip a turn and now it bleeds.

I'm surprised the floor has not turned trench-like from all my pacing.

Flickering eyes,

shaking hands and tapping fingers,

ragged breathing.

Its persistent voice echoing in my head. 

Please fade soon or I will be sick.

  • Author: Hannabal (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 20th, 2017 03:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is just a view into some of my personal dealings with anxiety. Everyone is affected differently by anxiety and it is something that can take a serious toll on people.
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  • onepauly

    ive been dealing with acute anxiety for about 30 years. your right it is different for everyone. I just want to
    "say" your not alone

    • Hannabal

      That's very sweet of you to say. I thank you.



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