The Little Book Of Poems

The War Inside Me

I’m buckling out of security,

collapsing into a pit of darkness,

I’m falling, falling, falling.

Into a cloud of sorrow,

this smoke surrounds me.

Bad butterflies,

they flutter within me.

Happiness is here,

like a gift it fills me,

Overtakes the dark,

Its like light through the smoke,

like life through the ash,

but it’s riddled with a flaw,

the darkness of anxiety.

Its fear, I’m scared.

I might lose what I love,

it could be stolen,

snatched and taken.

So happiness fights,

yet anxiety wins,

this war inside me.