My Poetry Book

Anxiety

The repetitive sound of clicks and clacks
fills the quiet emptiness of my mind's cracks.

An unhindered noise, loud and clear,
an obstruction that carves deep into my fear.

I abruptly swerve my head to look about,
but see nothing, heightening my sense of doubt.

I struggle to speak but the attempt is in vain.
My breath catches in my throat, I suddenly feel strained.

My chest tightens as I realize too late that I cannot breathe.
I pitifully cry out as if my insides have began to
bleed.

I collapse, the vibrations have only become louder.
I am wilting like the most delicate of flowers.

I can't handle it any longer, I desperately plead.
I need the taste of sweet release.

The din slowly shifts into a droning buzz,
it pounds my thoughts into a blurry fuzz.

Then it evolves once more into a quiet flurry of voices.
The knot in my stomach tells me that I don't have any choices.

It says that I have to utter those seemingly simple words.
But I refuse, I can't bring myself to make my voice work.

Instead I crawl as far away as I can,
my sanity now like the smallest grain of sand.

I cower in a corner, now engulfed by my panic.
Everything has become much too galvanic.

My stamina steeply drops down to its lowest peak
because I am no longer strong, I am now nothing but weak.