Stimulated Anxieties

Anxieties of human's darkest secrets even when we know the certainty of outcomes, do we still consider our disquietude as a symptom or a request to end the uncontrolled thoughts of a world of truth

Captured instantly, a focused thought

A moment of distress, a loss of breath

face of sweat… fast racing thoughts

 

no, no, no

let undone

 

Fidgeting fingers

Brain on one

 

One hundred times six by the power of three

How can this world be so big yet no one can see?

The trees dark green, the leaf blowing free

The man on the bench with nothing to eat

 

The lady in the chair with a daily fight

 racing in her veins a common threat

 

The denial we feed

 That started with a girl just chasing a dream

 

 

Ah, these thoughts, brain racing mess

 

How can I survive with an overstimulated cortex?

Without context, no emoji souls

 

No lies controlled by the stroke of a key

Computers taking over life properties

 

Homeostasis

Steady, steady, stable heart beat

If I told you what I know, you'd think I was a freak

 

No?

 

Okay, let’s break it down

How many colors do the trees offer?

 

100 million you see, for your eyes, don't lie

unless you’re blind, then minus five

 

The crazy sad thoughts, yet I just don’t cry

The expect in the sense of life’s intent

 

Proportioned with science, space versus time

Spinning wheels with freezing times

 

Life is hard no denying that

I wonder why the odds never match

 

Match to a real life, one with no struggle

To enjoy the beauty of life’s vibrant colors

 

A swallow of breath

A crisp in the air

Catching my breath in a thickening stare

 

Oh, no

 an anxiety flare

 

the object in focus, hoping no one noticed

telling myself, it will be over in moments

 

subsides, at last, exhaustion has followed

 

slow pace steps, I’m staring into time

trying to get my thinking in line

 

even so, my brain keeps telling

all the secrets that life keeps yelling

 

telling a tale

a theory of unknown

distinctions of attack

 

my anxiety is back

 

rewinding in place, panic, the persistence of stress

takes away the beauty of pleasure

 anxiety, what a mess.

 

It’s life, deep Breath.

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Breath, Hold, and let go, bring back the moment where nothing is known, when you are high in the clouds and will never go down, reality is below, im sure you don't need to know the things are already were

[Lei]

feelings attached, anxiety attacks, my fondness for life makes it hard to not see... Hi... thank you for your review. :)