Anxie-Me
Queasy stomach, uneasy mind.
Intangible emotion, trapped inside.
Vibration of nerves, breathless state.
Shadow demons, sight can't find.
Too hot to sleep.
To cold to think.
Emotions buffet
against sanity's brink.
Looking for an opponent,
something real I can face.
Whispered detrimentals
presenting their case.
Grasping at pebbles.
Looking deeper for foundation.
To build calms castle.
A place to feel safe in.
Bear of a cross to bare.
A fear that paralyzes me.
Sharp is the point that pierces.
Hurt caused by earned anxiety.
-Angel Fatale-
Copyright © Ryan Tyler | Year Posted 2016
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