1
I’m sitting here
In an anxiety puddle;
I need to pack
one voice pipes up
clean up first, another
one insists.
Just sit here, says
yet another.
You know you'll be
punished
no matter
what you do
2
Sit in a warm
puddle. Not
much you can
do now. Why
not be
comfortable?
3
Not much for
battles
if I'm petrified
every time I
am free
4
Nothing is
a friend of mine
Nothing helps
me feel Control
5
If I only remembered
remembered Control
it's just an
illusion
6
I need to be great
I need to be great
is doing nothing
great?
7
Why can't I
see my Future?
Why can't I
latch onto those
puppet strings?
Yank those
dissolving limbs.
Do my bidding
8
Nettles nettles
festers in
an empty space
Nothing
has drawn
a line
9
often times
I wonder
if the
present
I was given
was just
a body
suit. There's
no bones
and muscles
coiled
there. Only
rope
10
energy has fled
my body and mind
I now only
have ticks
for scratching
paralysis into
paper
11
dreams are
rock dust
not great
foundations
to build on
12
dust flees my
grasp
resisting my
efforts to turn
it into stone
13
the solution
is dried up.
A sticky residue
that gums up
my fingers
14
my thoughts are
straying
sheep.
I've given up
trying to
round them up
let alone one
because it
might bite me
and my hands
are already
bleeding
15
knots of anxiety
they are scattered
throughout my
brain
muttering how they
need attention first
but screaming
when I try to help them.
Is it pain?
Or hatred?
16
So I tuck
my hands
into my armpits
I don't dare
touch any
of them.
Instead
I'll sit in the dirt
of this no
man's land;
listen to their
ticking and
muttering
hundreds
surrounding me
but I won't
touch them
because I'm
already bleeding
18
if peace
can only
be made by
sitting here
then why
was I
given legs?
19
is it my
hand yanking
those feet
forward? Or
another
setting the pace
for Nothing?
About the Creator
J. Jay
I like to share my art and writings, whether it's silly or serious. I'll also feature a comic I work on called Writing Whoas, which is about the joys and hardships of being a writer. Stick around to laugh or cry.
Comments (2)
NICE
So good. I could feel the stuck-ness, frustration and hopelessness. Well done