Anxiety

Anxiety

Triggered by a moments taste.
May damning thoughts be laid to waste.
Tortured by what might have been.
Painful memories now begin.

Imminent fear now takes its hold.
Scrofulous notions are left untold.
Fight or flight, the latter wins.
A sleight of hand, gone with the wind.

Finite empathy has been shown.
One last attempt must not be blown.
Lift your heart up to the sky.
God will hear your bitter cry.

Impending doom, a sinking ship.
Please hang on try not to slip.
Apply your strength and carry on.
The witching hour is almost gone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Devonshire Avatar
March 14, 2021 at 2:32 PM
As one who deals with anxiety, I can appreciate the advice you offer, Mark. Many of us choose flight over fight, but we have to work on finding empathy for others. A lovely poem, Mark. Best wishes, Carolyn
Koplin Avatar
March 14, 2021 at 11:35 PM
Some days it can be quite crippling. I'm sorry you suffer from this, Thanks Carolyn have a good night!
Allison Avatar
March 14, 2021 at 7:33 AM
well expressed Mark I like the uplifting ending ... there is hope for better days to come, hugs jan xx
Koplin Avatar
March 14, 2021 at 11:33 PM
indeed! Thanks Jan!
Cunningham Avatar
March 14, 2021 at 6:54 AM
You captured anxiety well in your verse Mark, and often things aren't as bad as what we thought they were. Hope you're weekend is going well Tom
Koplin Avatar
March 14, 2021 at 11:33 PM
Thanks Tom,
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