Anxiety

Anxiety

Anxiety bunches up and surges

to my brain,

races to my arteries

and veins.

I choke on it like a gumball.

Is this going to lead to my fall?

I try to breathe,

but it’s like inhaling acrid smoke.

I choke

on the disgusting fumes,

thick and gray.

I need this hell to end today,

but to my dismay

it continues on,

despite all that I do and say.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I hope you have sought professional help.

[LeslieNoel]

This was a poem I wrote many years ago. I am fine :)