Elysium

niallprideaux



My anxiety is like a poltergeist: one day it's barely noticeable,

and the next it's the personal, formless earthquake tearing through

the fibres of my being and simultaneously feels like a creature

will either crawl down through my rectum or up through my throat.

I hide under the table in the kitchen of my mind until the shaking

and tearing and screeching stops and I'm only left with ruins.

I call these days the dark days - I'm not afraid of the dark, but

that's part of the problem.

Insomnia sweeps me up in its arms and settles me down in

the sitting room with only the dim light of my mobile phone:

it has a magic that makes the Moon feel like an old friend.

 

As humans, we are wired to forget things. We tell ourselves

our problems are too small for the world, but then, we feel

the issues we have are too big for our own worlds until we remember;

"Someone out there has bigger problems than me."

 

I wrestle with thoughts I have about failing what hasn't happened or

a sickening coincidental meeting with an ex or the way I'm going to die,

yet, that one section of my mind somehow finds an Elysium in watching

the sky's dark transition from black, to purple, to dark blue,

the watchful stars disappearing into the coming light.

 

 

Elysium: a place or state of perfect happiness.

  • Author: Niall (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 25th, 2017 08:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this at 4am one morning because I struggle to sleep lol
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 46
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  • Louis Gibbs

    A fine poem that focuses on what seems to be a plague among so many today ... young people in particular ... anxiety. Well done, Sir!

    • niallprideaux

      Thank you very much! 🙂 and yes, I agree. Its like an auditorium full of teenagers and young adults like myself, if you're not feeling any kind of anxiety or stress, someone next to you is



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