Anne Winter Poet Rhyme

Consumed

The floor is consuming me conspicuously,
While I'm staring at the ceiling ridiculously.
I can't move, no matter how hard I try,
Paralyzed, I feel; I can't deny.

I'm screaming and gasping and dying and crying,
Panting and trying. Yes, trying.
I try, I do, trust me, I'm trying.
I'm alive, but I'm dead.
Maybe it's all in my head.
It's contagious, like lead.

There's an uneasy, hollow pit in me
That won't let me be.
It's haunting me everywhere,
Ruining every smile I share.
It's getting so heavy to bear,
Insufferable, its silent shriek
Conveys the world as bleak.

There's no self; 
Nothing matters.
You think I need help?
What's the point? Everything shatters.
My face is as blank as a canvas, crisp and pale.
Tears articulating art, flawed and frail.
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.

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CayCay Godwin September 7, 2025 at 11:34 AM I thought I'd ease my missing of you by vicariously spending time with you via one of your poems. I clicked at random and look what an emotive bundle of Anne I got! The first two lines earned giggles, I couldn't help it, loved them but I was soon somber, alert and drawn into the dark of your penned emotionally venting. Very effective write. I regret if you are disappointed and absent because of something you felt I did or didn't do. Think of you and hold you in light. Poetry hugs CC Anne Winter September 23, 2025 at 9:24 PM Dearest CayCay, I'm so grateful for your friendship. Thank you so much for missing me and checking in on me. Love, Anne