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The Demon

There's a faceless demon hurriedly approaching. I instantly feel like I am choking. Should I start to run away? Or should I carry on with nothing to say? The creature is indescribable but his goal is clear. He's after my mind for which I cannot bear. My heart is racing out of my chest. This fiend is clearly obsessed. He has just arrived and there's no turning back. With sharpened claws, he's ready to attack. I bear the pain for the rest of the day. As my crippling anxiety, is here to stay. - Ansar 01/03/21

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 3/10/2021 5:34:00 AM

Yes Anxiety can be a fierce foe. Well expressed. Having suffered with both depression and Anxiety I learned a valuable skill from my wife. (She works in mental health) the skill is “Opposites” if you don’t feel like going out go out, if you want to frown smile, if you don’t want to get up and dressed get up and get dressed. It’s not easy at first but it gets easier. Blessings Rick.

Ansar Mohammed
Date: 3/10/2021 7:32:00 AM

Thank you once again, Richard. I will take your kind advice to heart. Your words are most cherished. - Ansar :)

Vijay Pandit

Date: 3/1/2021 11:11:00 AM

I hear the emotional turmoil in your poem--so well you articulated the feelings, Ansar.

Ansar Mohammed
Date: 3/1/2021 3:23:00 PM

Thank you for your kind words, Vijay. It's so much appreciated. Stay safe on your end. - Ansar :)