November 7th, 2023
I choke on the anxiety that rushes through my veins.
Red hot and burning, attempting to eat up anything within its path.
I try my hardest to reason with myself, to stop it, contain it, smother it out.
It burns to the touch, turning my hands black with despair.
I beg it to go away, to find somewhere else to live.
It dips deep until I can't see anything past the horrors it presents.
My heart pounding, my lungs refusing to fill with air, my world crumbling around me.
I know I'm hopeless against it.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
