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Kendall Douglass Poem
Anxiety.
A feeling that overwhelms your senses.
Blood pressure rising. Breathing becoming uncontrolled. You feel it in your chest, a pressure so heavy you can’t help but give in. A pressure that consumes your mind, thoughts,your body. A feeling that takes over your senses. You feel in within yourself. Tasting the bitterness on your tongue. Choking on the acid before you can speak. You see it when looking at others. Hear their whispers as you walk the halls. Can’t help feeling judged, outcasted, different. You try to ignore it but your eyes wander. Seeing their smirks, hearing their chuckles. You beg it to stop but it won’t; it can’t. Because Anxiety is a fatigue within one’s mind. A fatigue that won’t go away with a snap of one’s fingers. Anxiety consumes. Obtains everything in its path. And there’s no stopping it until you face it.
Copyright © Kendall Douglass | Year Posted 2025
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Kendall Douglass Poem
One conversation was all we could get out
Now It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk to you,
More like I couldn’t.
You see,
Without you, I can’t stay sober
Without you, I’m a mess
Without you
Im slowly driving myself insane.
Without you.
I’m an addict.
One conversation.
This one conversation was random.
See we’d not talked in weeks,
But that one conversation.
I don’t remember much,
Except that it felt the same as it used to,
But instead of love and happiness, there was pain and heartbreak.
One conversation.
You told me you’d call me again, tomorrow.
Well, probably.
But your probablies were never probable.
I knew what you really meant.
One conversation.
One conversation we’ll never have.
You see this probably was different,
This probably wasn’t meant to make me happy,
Us happy.
It was a probably meant to make me stay awake at night,
Waiting for your call.
Eventually I got tired of waiting and even called you instead.
I know, crazy.
So I called, waiting for a reply.
You never answered.
Maybe you were busy?
I’ll wait even longer, no worries.
It’s late now,
My head feels foggy, Too foggy to think straight.
I’m crying?
I think I know why you said probably now.
But it doesn’t matter why,
Because you knew you didn’t mean probably,
but you like the control you have over me more than you like me.
One conversation,
One I’ll always wait for.
One conversation that may never happen.
Copyright © Kendall Douglass | Year Posted 2025
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