A Walk in the Park
A Poem About Anxiety Disorders
Insane, membrane, brain barrier,
Fall over and feel,
The grass pressing softly, sharply,
Until you can walk, not reel.
Sweat burst's from the epidermis,
A cold sheen of greasy anxiety,
Breathe, breathe, breathe,
Paulidoodle, so lovely.
Soaked and shivering,
It leaves me now,
Though my throat closes,
I'll respirate somehow.
Anxiety comes calling,
Pushing me from this world,
I will grip reality so tight,
I will not be cowed.
Gifts are given, without being asked,
Then you are made to pay,
When your chemicals,
Are not up to the task.
The smarter you are,
The more you must pay,
Look to Stephen Hawking,
Day after day.
We are all damaged,
In our own sweet ways,
Some of us hope,
While others try to cope.
Liquids down the throat,
Drugs, meth, coke and dope,
These are things to delay,
A movement towards no hope.
Our brains run on chemicals,
A plethora of pharmaceuticals,
Our brains, a chemistry lab,
To be forever in rehab.
About the Creator
Colin Hope
An ex surveyor living in Toronto, Canada on long term disability due to being crazy. I fried my brain and now have a honking great anxiety disorder. I have been writing poetry since the mid seventies. I'm green-left who used to work for Gre
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