Stephen Pennell Poet Villanelle

The Battle With Anxiety

My mind is an obsessive, tense, restless brute,
Anxiety broke it, put it to the sword.
I used it up, abused it like a prostitute.

My mental strength was never resolute
When anxiety eagerly jumped on board.
My mind is an obsessive, tense, restless brute.

All my emotions set to acute,
All common sense swiftly overboard.
My mind is an obsessive, tense, restless brute.

My defeat was complete and absolute,
My sanity questioned, my mind explored.
I used it up, abused it like a prostitute.

My salvation seems unlikely and convolute,
Yet, if complete, my faith would be restored.
My mind is an obsessive, tense, restless brute.
I used it up, abused it like a prostitute.

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Silent One August 16, 2020 at 5:07 AM Anxiety is something that everyone suffers from and this is a damning poem describing it... great last line, that shows how much of a problem it is...