am i anxious?
what does that even mean?
it is a waterfall, overflowing into my brain.
panic.
it is a volcano, each of its tendrils finding its way into my heart.
panic.
it is an overwhelming black, that covers me.
drowns me. from head to toe.
panic.
i am stuck and i cannot breath.
i am stopped and i am alone.
it's just me and this demon that i just cannot control.
leave me alone, whisper man.
YOU ARE READING
gone too far
Poeziesimple. sharp. and hopefully memorable. poetry for the mad. join us. {lowercase intended } ------------------------------ bec g. crawley © 2019
