Too many thoughts
clouding my mind.
Unending chatter,
unbearable clatter--
a cacophony of chaos,
and you ask what's the matter.
This anxiety grips me
like a mouse by a hawk.
Gripped in its talons over
marching battalions.
Trying to balance
on a beam long broken.
With peace never spoken,
squeeze of my shoulders
under fiery claws.
Teeth sink into my neck,
but the bite never stops.
A jaw endless
and relentless.
I fear the voices
will never quiet.
Their havoc
and riot.
Ceaseless,
yet needless.
I
just
want
Release.
.....................................................
But if you let me go now
I'll fall to the ground,
inevitable break:
a spine's final ache,
organs pierced by Earth's stake,
skin
torn down to the bones.
but maybe then
at least
the voices
would shut up.
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Merrie Sanders
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Comments (1)
You capture anxiety so well in this poem. Great job!