Anxiety To Me

Isolation, confined, suffocating, Life's unbearable silence constricting, You scream but not a sound escapes, The struggle is real but no one relates, Not progressing, but not backtracking, The stillness violating, movement lacking, Life's burdens weigh heavy on ones heart, So much so you beg for yours to depart, The sunshine dances across the sky, It's something that always passes me by, Then the moon rises ablaze in the dark, It's beauty soon ended by the singing lark, The brakes of dawn marks a new day, You pray its less grey than yesterday, Disappointment lingers in the the air as a foul stench, I thirst for happiness that I'm unable to quench, Depression, anxiety, heart ache its all pain, Dark thoughts lurk inside my insane brain, Only cold blood pumps through each vein, Is it to late, am i dead inside, from such pain. Poetry is good for the soul.