Seen Anxiety.

Seen Anxiety.

A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx

Aching is this heart of mine as your words ring through me.

Gripping my head and shaking the pain away will not do.

It just won’t go away, not as long as I have these thoughts of you.

I want to be beside you right now, and I want to cradle you.

I want to hold you tight and never let go!

I want to be there for you, caressing your skin as the world fades away.

I need to be anything and everything for you.

Care less about the world and their despise,

Care more about the life in your eyes.

It cannot fade!  No!  It mustn’t fade!!

Never let go of the love I give, nor the heart I share.

Never forget that I am here, maybe exhausted from battle,

But I am seeking the light at the end of this tunnel.

And when I find it, I will pull you into it,

Embrace you like it’s the last time,

And give you my all.

I don’t care anymore about the pain I suffer through daily!

I only care about the fact that you are you,

And that you are hurting!

I’m sorry, Love, I’m sorry!

This heart in your hands is imploding and screeching.

These lungs I use are collapsing as you are breaking.

This head is swirling into the abyss of agony as everything is swaying.

The ground…It’s fast approaching…

Anxiety is overwhelming me, and all I want is you…

My heart is no longer aching as I am falling.

My hands are slipping to brace the ground, and you are all I see.

Love…I’m sorry…

© 2011 xXxCynicalWarsxXx


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Damn..
VERY well done hun...
I like the word usage, and the imagery is vivid!!
LOVED IT!

and I am sorry you're hurting... you can talk to me anytime!

~A Fallen Heroine~

Posted 13 Years Ago



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I am only the girl you see. My mind is caves and roads of red. My heart is generous and yes, Who am I without scars? I have my secrets. I have my songs I play and sing. Mostly, I have just my in.. more..

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