E is for Anxiety

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Feeling entranced. Eerie enchantment.
Letting me die.
Flee like necessity. Flee like hell.
Flee when they lie.
The medical experts promised sweet surrender,
The therapists promised ending benders.
Then everyone ever promised the ending.
The forever.
The never-ending ache. The useless endeavors. The evil enticing eulogies.
Soulless hovering over me.
Everyone ever eating anxiety understands the impossible,
Never cured, never alive.
Never quite dead.
Misery loves me; never over me she screams she needs me
Screams prayer like
I'm there like
I'll never leave like
I'll never be like me
Anymore
Haven't seen she anymore
Searing seething fire inside the chest
Shackles the legs, the feet together
Ties the fingers inside the ears
Sews her voice closed.
She tries screaming
The attempts became useless
She accepts muteness.
She accepts deafness.
She accepts defeat.

-Mia Favrin

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