The demons whisper in my ear,
Their venomous words filled with fear.
They taunt and torment, day and night,
Consuming my being with endless fright.
The anxiety gnaws at my very core,
Leaving me gasping, wanting more.
It claws at my chest, steals my breath,
This relentless beast, harbinger of death.
The worry consumes, a ravenous beast,
Stripping away my joy and peace.
It feasts on my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams,
Until I'm left hollow, a mere shell, it seems.
The panic swells, a tidal wave,
Threatening to pull me into the grave.
I struggle to stay afloat, to keep my head high,
But the anxiety keeps dragging me under, til I want to die.
This invisible malady, eating me whole,
Devouring my body, my mind, my soul.
I long for the day I can be free,
When this anxiety no longer consumes me.
About the Creator
Manha
Weaving tales that linger and crafting verses that sing, I'm a creative writer and poet from the south of Asia. Let's wander together - a captivating read awaits
Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Anxiety be gone!! 🫶🏻☀️🌅
Great poem! We all get anxiety!