Poem -
Anxiety untold
I hold my breath and count to three
But as I breathe, it waits for me
As I lie in bed,
Thoughts twist and turn,
spinning in my head
Alone and lonely,
If they knew.
The internal pain I’m going through.
Tears burn like acid rain
While my brain thinks,
And thinks again.
My pulse thuds and heart races
As I scramble and search,
For friendly faces
Amongst those I love
and hold so dear,
Yet they are centre of my fear.
I hold my breath and count to three
and hide the demons inside of me.
But as I do, they raise their head
To sink me here in my bed.
I try to breathe
and count to three
As anxiety rages inside of me.
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Hey LIVI!!.....a beautifully executed piece........ With an excellent sense of rhythm and timing within the confines of the poetic theme of this piece ........you have a keen sense of what rhythm is intended to be when becoming a part of the foundation of poetic expressionism!! I am proud to say you have crossed the line into the creative aspect..... into the otherworldly....... into that intangible thing that makes a writer a writer!.............ANXIETY beautifully laid bare!!..........the sublime nature of he/she that understands creativity at its finest!!..........ALL STARS!!....GREAT work my friend!!....... and.......WELCOME to COSMO!!........LOVE and ROCKETS!!............T xo