Ode to Anxiety

 In poetry


You never were a friend to me

You squeezed and squeezed and squeezed

The life from me


Cold clutch around my heart

Stomach full on uneasiness

Sweaty palms and sweaty brows

Nauseous, sickness, queasiness



Why is it that when you’re in front of me

You block my sight like you block my air

And no matter what, you’re all I see


Pressing panic upon my pretense

You overtake my existence

Frozen I stand in a web weaved of lies

With force and with insistence



You never let me be

My screams are silent

You have stifled me


Breathe in, breath out

Release and then repeat

A never-ending cycle


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