It craws into my belly
spreading spidery legs and fingers
the gnawing bites from vicious teeth
latch on to me and linger
It eats me from the inside
sapping my strength and hope away
making me wonder if I can live
through one more tormented day
And still the monster thrives
refusing to give release
it cares nothing for my anguish
my desperate need for peace
Each breath becomes an effort
every thought a black nightmare
in the end I hope it swallows me
so I'm no longer there.... :(
A contest entry
- Bleeding in Ink by DistilledGin.
485 points, ended April 4, 2007, 28 entries
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The last line of your third stanza really leap out from the page for me... anxiety comes in many guises, yet the toll on the heart and mind is always the same.
Well done my dear friend
~Katie~
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Fantastic!
I have social anxiety problems, especially public speaking and im in a college course on it now i hate it because no matter how much i practice it all falls apart and i can't breath regularly and my pronouciation even of easy words goes out the window. I've felt this, half the time i wish i'd die before doing it or during because the anxiety doesn't go away after. Good job at capturing the feeling.
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Thank you for your kind comments...I sincerely hope things get better for you...feeling the way you do is truly horrendous...good luck sweety ..leanne xxx
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wow, I would never ever have even thought of describing my anxiety in poetry- this really really is brilliant- it even gives me a whole new understanding what brilliance is. It's simply amazing - if only you knew. I sincerely, and seriously hope you publish this- because there are literally millions of people out there who would appreciate this, and who it would bring healing to upon instant recognition. Great work.
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Thanks Duanna I always appreciate your comments as I admire your work a great deal...it is an awful place to be in ans writing about it can sometimes allow a small part of it to escape...you should try it honey if you suffer from anxiety...I know you would do a great job and it does help others who suffer...let me know if you decide to do it....leanne xxx
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Anxiety.
This poem suggests that anxiety is self accumalitive that I felt, it is spindly in a way a good metaphor but the web we spin of anxiousness can only accumulate more fodder until mother nature sends someone to break the web. Then the breathing begins. This poem is dark and descriptive therefore as such it is very effective.
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Ms Wales, you are the master (mistress) when it comes to 'selling' mood/emotion. I'm in your spell. Thank you. ---- (Hope your world is spinning freely, without any annoying squeaks).
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Thank you Mr Wattle you are very kind....and most certainly a gentleman xxx
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