when I kniht too much
---leg
won't
stop
jiggling
too much o v e r whelms
---jiggling
and
fidgeting
o v e r whelms, my mind
---always
always
the
right
my mind is dark, dense
---anxiety,
misery,
attack
dark, dense thoughts
---escape,
reprieve,
I
lack
thoughts that pla-gue
---strange
to
some,
others
plague me with no end
---normal
for
me,
smothers
no end on the h o r i z on
---deranged
enraged,
pained
the horizon is mis-ery
---ytivitisop
is
restrained
misery holds me sl ave
---neuropathways
ingrained
slave for the a b y s s
---lights
and
lortnoc
dulled
the a b y s s, the eternal
---life
not
as
it
was
billed
the eternal pat tern
------leg
won't
stop jiggling
pat tern that re peats
------jiggling
and fidgeting
repeats when I kniht
*
Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: I've spoken before about it...but I get very fidgety and restless legs when I am anxious...so this was kinda inspired of that a little. Then I went a bit...creative with the formatting.
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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By Jenifer Nim6 days ago in Wander
Comments (6)
Took me a bit to get the inverse words, lol. Exceptionally well expressed anxiety. For me, my knees are almost constantly bouncing with me rocking. Anxious, autistic, OCD, depression all combining.
Omgggg, this was so freaking relatable! Like I'm exactlyyyyyyy the same! Loved your Paulitical poem!
This was a great read (as always)… though obviously not a great experience!🥹 I loved the formatting & weird words etc.✅ I like to run when my mind is spinning in circles.😵💫
Funny Paul: I have an under the desk 'lectric 'Bike' while you 'Type' system...keeps the Legs at 'Rest' Less. j.in.l.a. j.in.l.a.
You know, I kept thinking maybe knitting would help. I find crochet calming.
Anxiety can be so debilitating. I get more anxious now I'm older. I used to be emotionally robust but I find more and more I'm bothered by more. Deep breaths, chum. Deep breaths.