Anxiety I

Like in a classic painting,

I am still trying to find,

That little piece of my soul still frozen in time.

I look back upon my life,

The way that it was,

And I wonder why joy fades as it does.

Letters and lyrics and verses,

My mind writes to me in dreams,

These false truths are never as they seem.

I create a thousand different worries,

For a simple little thing,

My mind will give the tiniest cut the sorest sting.

I miss being happy,

I miss enjoying a new day,

However the only emotion I bring upon myself is that of heavy dismay.

I panic when I am wide awake,

I panic in my sleep,

It hits me all too often even when my attacks are brief. 

I've thrown out one too many hits,

I've taken one too many blows,

I don't think this anxiety will pass-only God knows. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The feeling of anxiety can block the view of a beautiful new day and our hope. I know the feeling of this poem. I feel like a mouse in a maze with no way out. I like the ending. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Steve]

wow very powerful this sounds so sad that i hope it isnt reality in your case.

I like your writing style