''impuissant" Poem by BHAVIKA DUDHANI

I'm getting anxiety attacks every moon now
It feels like I'm haunted by the history
And slaughtered by the present
There is something into my chest that hurts
Something that begins with the ribs and ends to where I bleed
Like I haven't breathed fresh in years now
And even happiness doesn't last!
It feels like somebody is snatching away my favourite toy
And, the worst part is, I can't help it
Something with the devilish eyes and a pretty face
Trying to deceive me, isn't it?
Is that life staring at me with those red eyes?
Is it death holding me whenever I try to catch a free breath?
Or is it just me deeply wanting to set my thoughts free?
I feel like I want to lay somewhere and wail my cry; harder, louder.
Shriek and sob, and want nobody to stop me,
It feels like I'm getting robbed of love,
And of everything that doesn't hurt!
It feels like I'm impuissant of what I feel.