Sleep deprived
My safe place has now turned into a battle field
Where anxiety is my opponent who beholds a deadly weapon
Fear
My greatest disadvantage is a beast owend by my enemy
He uses it against me
Ensures that it consistently lurks in the shadows
He invades my tranquillize dreams with it
Taking away my only source of peace
He marches with his army who come to distroy my faith
He knows that without it my sanity will not remain with me
He yearns to devour it
When he finally does
His claws of oppression compress my throat
His hateful glare consumes the remaining oxygen in my lungs
My heart beat becomes faint as it sings a tired melody
I can't breathe
Talking is now a previlage screaming will only invite anguish to the process
Tears have now become an ocean
In which I am drowning
They seal my faith
As my eyes slowly close and thoughts begin to wonder elsewhere
I cannot fight him anymore
He has won this battle
But the distance cry of concerned loved ones who claim to never see him
Tell me that war is on the horizon
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Unharmed {poetry}
Poetry"Words make history but are taken for granted so are emotions and disorders" Collection of poems I write at peak hours
