anxiety

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Anxiety follows
like a shadow
wherever I go,

An unwanted guest
knock, knock, knocking on my door

He never waits for me
nor does he ever leave
Always everywhere,-
at home, outside, a friends party,
at midnight singing me to sleep

Somehow he became a part of me,
fingers drumming out my heart beat,
Simply watching
as this fear runs deep

A cold embrace
under the illuminated stage,
holding out the mike,
a vice like grip, a develish smile

He paints my reflection
she glares back, upset
Suddenly it becomes hard to breathe,
A reminder
that my freedom is under      lock and key

And even though I've tried to break free
The frantic beating of my
heart
is a warning sign
that he still holds
the reigns of my life.
      

                   
                     *****

                Dramatic!!

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