A collection of poems

Anxiety

As my tension arose

My heart stomped like an old shoe on porcelain,

A new emotion was overcoming my body

It felt as if black ink permanently stained my soul.

As time passed my mind lost control,

I felt as if I was standing in a crowd,

I was screaming, but no one was noticing me,

Actions speak louder than words,

I looked around trying to find a way to escape and ran away.

Wind biting through my skin scattered my stained soul in pure air and I could finally breathe

Breathe air, fresh air