Tears secretly sting my eyes
A feeling of fear so intense
It's now consuming my body and mind
My chest is heavy, voice is pinched
Anxiety starts to burn a hole
Like a cigarette touching paper
An emotion that cannot be controlled
Making me neurotic by nature
Face tingling, my mind is racing
There's no reaction to the breaths I'm taking
Paying a debt I do not yet owe
Imprisoned in my own head
Put on a smile, don't let it show
That I want to scream but I laugh instead
This is an intense and raw depiction of the grip of anxiety. Very strong imagery here. Nicely done! NB
Hi Carol, Tears.. sting my eyes... What an expression! Your words sting my bleeding heart.. I want to scream, but I laugh instead! Touching..100+
Like the proverbial elevator my bi polar sometimes is a swing that's up and down I have heard bird's sing.. iip
The vice grip of anxiety, robbing the PEACE of mind. A horrible thief, indeed! How well you have described the angst!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent description...very intensely and honestly written!
Thank you very much.