Pulse crazy
Mind is more than racing
Fear conquers the body-hands, gut, face, and all
Anticipation and dread
It hurts my busy head
Wanting it all to end
Focus does not waiver or transcend
from the current, the new
Living in the moment
It's funny-how all it takes is a pinch of anxiety to do just that
The skill to do just that is one skill I very much lack
For now, I'm working on it
Baby steps
That's the only way I can help myself
Muscles tighten
Have to remind myself to breathe, and that I"m not in danger
But I never believe it
Impossible possibilities flying about mentally
Nothing there to save me
Want to scream and shout
But that's not what I'm all about-I don't ask for help.
Instead, eyes bulging, not blinking
I face reality in silence, watching, feeling all of it
For the temporary forever.
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Random Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of bad poetry I've managed to compose through the slurs of ink we've come to know as letters we form into what we know as language. The '*'s indicate that this poem is a little on the sad/darker side.
