Lack of Strength

Concept of someone dealing with anxiety caused by other peoples' anger.

I feel a sickness coursing through these weary veins, 

A poison so potent my heart may fail.

Lethargy returned from the cage I kept it locked away in,

Anxiety shaking my fragile core.

I curse the day I heard their voices raise,

Coming home to an angry, post-battle war zone,

My hands, they tremble with the ferocity of a sickly addict,

And I couldn't be more sober. 

Author's Note

I really enjoy this one, but by all means, let's make this the best it can be. Critique away.

Reviews

[MS. BABy]

the message is powerful and can be felt, you expressed this with feeling...hello I enjoyed it just as it is

[.]

the message is powerful, delivered in a simple and concise way..the idea of anxiety being triggered by others works here..as the hint of the home being the battleground..I am sure that there are plenty of poeple who would ralate to this

[Ashley Campbell]

"My hands, they tremble with the ferocity of a sickly addict,
And I couldn't be more sober."

I started this review with a quote because when a line of words can simulate a punch I feel it deserves to be recognized first and foremost. The coupling of these lines say one thing but then is retracted by the other, in my opinion, you ended this poem rather well.

Keep up the amazing writing!

[Chris]

You leak into this one well... One question:

"Lethargy returned from the cage I kept it locked away in" --- "from" or "to"?

prolly just me...

The final line had Bite.
Chris

[nonno noo]

Excellent poetry. You paint really clear images, and evoke emotion well. keep writing, i enjoy your stuff.

[joshua deathdealer]

Feels very real. Enjoyed this one...xx