Anxiety
Anxiety
You hold my hand, just a little too tight
Like the breath stuck in my chest-
You sink your nails into my palm;
Like the electric shocks that rock through my brain.
I feel your clammy embrace,
Like the cold sweat running down my hot skin
When I try and pull away you hold me close, like trying to inhale through the ton of breaks on my chest
When I feel the blood spurt from my chapped skin as you sink into my flesh, like the rational thoughts trying to throw themselves into the firing squad that is my brain
When I feel the sweat and heat from your grip oozing into my pores trying to poison me, like trying to swim out of a rip tide in the black of night
When I finally feel you pull me in
When I relax and ease into the warm comfort of your abusive embrace;
When I sigh and let the waves swallow me whole
Like I’ve done for so long.
Anxiety.
…
You destroy me and nestle me
My niche an obvious place- the shelf in your trophy room,
Your most prized possession is the loss of myself.
Anxiety.
You are the calm before the storm and the special effects man in the booth convincing me to be afraid-
This storm is real! Your work shouts at me--
Do I doubt you?
Make noise! More rain! More lights!
I shake as my reality becomes warped.
You embrace me and I bite back. Your company my only familiarity in this Storm.
Oh Anxiety.
Wherefore art though anxiety? When you are an extension of I.
You hold my hand, just a little too tight
Like the breath stuck in my chest-
You sink your nails into my palm;
Like the electric shocks that rock through my brain.
I feel your clammy embrace,
Like the cold sweat running down my hot skin
When I try and pull away you hold me close, like trying to inhale through the ton of breaks on my chest
When I feel the blood spurt from my chapped skin as you sink into my flesh, like the rational thoughts trying to throw themselves into the firing squad that is my brain
When I feel the sweat and heat from your grip oozing into my pores trying to poison me, like trying to swim out of a rip tide in the black of night
When I finally feel you pull me in
When I relax and ease into the warm comfort of your abusive embrace;
When I sigh and let the waves swallow me whole
Like I’ve done for so long.
Anxiety.
…
You destroy me and nestle me
My niche an obvious place- the shelf in your trophy room,
Your most prized possession is the loss of myself.
Anxiety.
You are the calm before the storm and the special effects man in the booth convincing me to be afraid-
This storm is real! Your work shouts at me--
Do I doubt you?
Make noise! More rain! More lights!
I shake as my reality becomes warped.
You embrace me and I bite back. Your company my only familiarity in this Storm.
Oh Anxiety.
Wherefore art though anxiety? When you are an extension of I.