This feeling that is trapped in me
I cannot seem to catch
It's always there and mocking me
My emotions rose to match
It stings, it stabs, it lingers on
Often fades but then floods back
It forces me to lose control
Pushing me off track
I wish that I could get a grip
But it slips just out of reach
When I think that it is gone
I feel it buckling my knees
With its silent hand around my neck
It squeezes out my breath
With terrible force it wrings at me
With a fight I've never met
With every ounce I struggle on
But it stops each move I make
The anxiety it takes control
And my spirit it does break
beautiful ink.anxiety is i think a state of mind.nice write.liked it.
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I would like to translate this poem
You're very talented, I understood exactly what you were saying, It all formed a picture in my head. Amazing work.