The Herald of Anxiety

Hey friends! I wrote this poem about my anxiety. I felt that many people could relate to this, so I decided to share it with you all. Thank you!

The Herald of Anxiety

There is a crow

With feathers black

And a heart of stone,

That threatens to tear me

Limb from limb

And pick my flesh from bone.

This crow is merciless,

But not a stranger.

Its beak is crooked and worn

From pecking, pecking,

Pecking, pecking-

A relentless thorn.

It spreads its wings,

Concealing my heart

And setting it a-flutter,

Talons piercing

In my lungs,

Eliciting a shudder.

Squeezing me

In its iron grip,

Forcing a losing hand.

I yield to the malicious, 

Tyrant bird.

Pointless, a final stand.

I have no voice, no say,

Drowned in a sea 

Of black and red.

Overwhelming, unending,

Unwelcome, spending,

Leaving me for dead.

It perches on a twisted tree,

Look above- can you see

A shadow overhead?

Can you hear a raspy caw, 

Feel the chilling cold-

Can you smell the dread?