Neo Patricia Monamodi
Anxiety Just Holds Me Prisoner - Poem by Neo Patricia Monamodi
Anxiety holds me prisoner.
Talk about it but get no satisfaction
Mind bogging contemplation
Excruciating pain at the thought
This prison torments me
Mind and heart do not agree
It’s scary and wicked
What if I said it?
Would it hurt or it will be a relief?
Would it hurt deep or just for a little while?
They say it’s just nervousness
But the thoughts of my words and feelings…
They pour blood on my hands
I just see tears and pain
Cracks on his broken heart
I hope to God they heal
Should I stay or go
Is this feeling wrong or right?
Maybe this hesitation is fatal maybe not
But how will I know?
But then pain is irreversible
Gosh! anxiety holds me prisoner.
My head spins with wonder
Anxiety just holds me prisoner!
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