Anxiety attack

Fourth poem

That sad letter

And the dawn. 

I don’t feel better. 

You loose your pawn. 

When it’s dark

I’m dying and nobody hear. 

I’m sitting in the park

And in my throughout there’s a weir 

Cry, honey, cry,

I’ll sit right here. 

We’ll go get high

To banish this fear

But when I see sun

I always smile, 

Because I just want to try

To finally stop cry.

I’m loosing nothing 

Getting drunk. 

One day I’ll stop breathing,

But now it’s me and only funk. 

Cry, honey, cry, 

I’ll sit right here. 

We’ll go get high

And see that deer. 

So many words 

To describe a fear.