Insects Of Anxiety Poem by Luke Navarro

Insects Of Anxiety



Last night I couldn't crawl out of my skin fast enough.
The insects of anxiety were racing under the blanket of flesh that hides me from you.
I was trapped inside of my own head, caged in with the inmates that claim these confines.
thoughts of this, thoughts of that, exploded into a kaleidoscope of memories.
I watched you smiling an empty smile as I stood at my two windows, windows that laid underneath the setting of your sun.
A couple times I caught you looking into my eyes, my windows, wondering if I was there.
But I wasn't home.
I was anywhere but home.
I was one millisecond away from a head on collision with a brick wall.
I was one finger squeeze away from feeding myself one final meal.
I was one main tree branch away from hanging all my problems out to dry.
I was anywhere but home.
Because at home in the confines of my own head, where the floor is cold, and dirty, and the walls a dinged shade of white from years of smoke, there is no piece of mind.
Not then, not now, not while the insects of anxiety march on...

Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: anxiety,love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fabrizio Frosini 29 September 2015

' the insects of anxiety march on' a vivid description of such a feeling or sort of 'mental status'.. Thanks for sharing, Luke and WELCOME at P.H.! Blessings

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