Angst

Nothing is worse than angst. That anxiety, that fear, that damned feeling. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Sleepless nights, rendered into
bland, blank, baseless days
inside, emotions welling
manifesting into nightmarish relief

homework done in sleep
beads of sweat, mixing with
blood filled tears; waste of labor
nauseated nights

heart wrenched gut
no gurgle of mind's brilliance
like no other feeling
like betrothal to Fear himself

not doing insanity, claiming
it's too crazy; wanting perfection
getting attention, wishing freedom,
self-depriving rituals

slipping farther from light's
dark grasp. knowing nothing but
wrenched feelings-

waiting for blissful relief.

Author's Note

I wrote this for English, after were assigned to write a poem based on a feeling. We had to use a bunch of literary techniques, and thus, this poem was born! Consciously, I used alliteration, paradox, imagery, simile, metaphor (eh, dunno), onomatopoeia, personification, and surrealism...I think. XD
See if you can find them!