Poems About Anxiety Published by Members Recently Online
#anxiety
Angina
My heart is broken
and doesn't work like it should.
It has set itself against me
and is searching for a place
to die.
I think it is tired and wants
to lay down for a while.
It thinks this sarade has gone on too long,
this parade has gone on too long.
It is tired of marching,
tired of keeping the beat
and marking time.
My heart and I
are no longer friends.
I fear one day it will turn on me,
attack me,
and that will be the end
...
and doesn't work like it should.
It has set itself against me
and is searching for a place
to die.
I think it is tired and wants
to lay down for a while.
It thinks this sarade has gone on too long,
this parade has gone on too long.
It is tired of marching,
tired of keeping the beat
and marking time.
My heart and I
are no longer friends.
I fear one day it will turn on me,
attack me,
and that will be the end
...
#anxiety
#LifeCycle
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6 Comments
Angina
My heart is broken
and doesn't work like it should.
It has set itself against me
and is searching for a place
to die.
I think it is tired and wants
to lay down for a while.
It thinks this sarade has gone on too long,
this parade has gone on too long.
It is tired of marching,
tired of keeping the beat
and marking time.
My heart and I
are no longer friends.
I fear one day it will turn on me,
attack me,
and that will be the end
...
and doesn't work like it should.
It has set itself against me
and is searching for a place
to die.
I think it is tired and wants
to lay down for a while.
It thinks this sarade has gone on too long,
this parade has gone on too long.
It is tired of marching,
tired of keeping the beat
and marking time.
My heart and I
are no longer friends.
I fear one day it will turn on me,
attack me,
and that will be the end
...
#anxiety
#LifeCycle
541 reads
6 Comments
The Great Escape Chapter 21, Part 6 of 8

#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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The Great Escape Chapter 21, Part 6 of 8

#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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0 Comments
The Great Escape Chapter 21, Part 6 of 8

#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
3 reads
0 Comments
The Great Escape Chapter 21, Part 6 of 8

#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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0 Comments
little tree
My thoughts worry I don't feel good today
My nerves are on edge, and my soul feels rankled
It's a beautiful sunny day, and I can't get in tune
It just makes my foul mood stark in comparison
Alcatraz, except my prison is of the mind
my failures evident I feel my limitations
Anxiety builds; I have not learned to cope
Burying my feelings causes a great disconnect
where I can only watch on from the sidelines
as others enjoy themselves
sighing and groaning within to connect with nature
my soul searches for a way in
it is...
My nerves are on edge, and my soul feels rankled
It's a beautiful sunny day, and I can't get in tune
It just makes my foul mood stark in comparison
Alcatraz, except my prison is of the mind
my failures evident I feel my limitations
Anxiety builds; I have not learned to cope
Burying my feelings causes a great disconnect
where I can only watch on from the sidelines
as others enjoy themselves
sighing and groaning within to connect with nature
my soul searches for a way in
it is...
#anxiety
#trees
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4 Comments
little tree
My thoughts worry I don't feel good today
My nerves are on edge, and my soul feels rankled
It's a beautiful sunny day, and I can't get in tune
It just makes my foul mood stark in comparison
Alcatraz, except my prison is of the mind
my failures evident I feel my limitations
Anxiety builds; I have not learned to cope
Burying my feelings causes a great disconnect
where I can only watch on from the sidelines
as others enjoy themselves
sighing and groaning within to connect with nature
my soul searches for a way in
it is...
My nerves are on edge, and my soul feels rankled
It's a beautiful sunny day, and I can't get in tune
It just makes my foul mood stark in comparison
Alcatraz, except my prison is of the mind
my failures evident I feel my limitations
Anxiety builds; I have not learned to cope
Burying my feelings causes a great disconnect
where I can only watch on from the sidelines
as others enjoy themselves
sighing and groaning within to connect with nature
my soul searches for a way in
it is...
#anxiety
#trees
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4 Comments
hi bren
anxiety grips and I hear them in the distance
and instead of ushering them away, I invite them in
the voices they entertain me
Keep me company
give me an outlet for this claustrophobic feeling
In my insanity, I can fly
I can touch the sky
Travel far away
The stars are closer
and my realities are brighter
The demons are hilarious
But I can never remember their jokes
Except they make fun of life
pointing out people's frailty
when I laugh madly out of nowhere
They're cracking wise
sinister...
and instead of ushering them away, I invite them in
the voices they entertain me
Keep me company
give me an outlet for this claustrophobic feeling
In my insanity, I can fly
I can touch the sky
Travel far away
The stars are closer
and my realities are brighter
The demons are hilarious
But I can never remember their jokes
Except they make fun of life
pointing out people's frailty
when I laugh madly out of nowhere
They're cracking wise
sinister...
#anxiety
#dark
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4 Comments
hi bren
anxiety grips and I hear them in the distance
and instead of ushering them away, I invite them in
the voices they entertain me
Keep me company
give me an outlet for this claustrophobic feeling
In my insanity, I can fly
I can touch the sky
Travel far away
The stars are closer
and my realities are brighter
The demons are hilarious
But I can never remember their jokes
Except they make fun of life
pointing out people's frailty
when I laugh madly out of nowhere
They're cracking wise
sinister...
and instead of ushering them away, I invite them in
the voices they entertain me
Keep me company
give me an outlet for this claustrophobic feeling
In my insanity, I can fly
I can touch the sky
Travel far away
The stars are closer
and my realities are brighter
The demons are hilarious
But I can never remember their jokes
Except they make fun of life
pointing out people's frailty
when I laugh madly out of nowhere
They're cracking wise
sinister...
#anxiety
#dark
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4 Comments
Question
Is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
#anxiety
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#mystery
#WritingPoetry
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Question
Is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
#anxiety
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#mystery
#WritingPoetry
75 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Anxiety Published by Members Recently Online