~Foreword. This poetry has no flow, no rhythm between each verse. They don't roll into each other, yet it is the same poem I think. It's late and my anxiety is flying high and this is what I came up with. Enjoy~
It's creeping
It's crawling
That feeling
Is calling
My eyes I shall not close
For fear of anxiety undertones
I lie awake in sheer panic
My brain creating something manic
Something that I can't control
This thing that causes me to fall
This pain in my head
Will leave me dead
Broken and defeated
I cant keep the fight up
I'm weary and full of dread
I fear my time is up
A tightening chest
Anxiety is high
all I want is some rest
A full sleek through the night
