Anxiety

Bleh

He sits upon me,

Above

        my

               b r e a s t,

Bottling my breath,

Within my chest.

 

He                         licks

my wounds,

With his salty tongue,

He boxes me

In a world of dun.

 

He m u t t e r s mendacities

Into my ears,

Filling my mind

With malicious       

                            fears.

 

He wraps his fingers

Around my p u l s e …

Pushing my gut,

As my lungs convulse.

 

He sits upon me,

On those sleepless nights,

Above

         my

             breast,

Ruling my life.

 

Author's Note

Let me know..

Reviews

[Alana McGuire]

Wooow this is really neat!! I love the format and the fonts, especially the way you typed pulse. I love how it all flows together and reads so well. I can tell you put a lot of work and emotion into this and it definitely shows very well! Awesomely awesome! :)

[Stammers]

He wraps his fingers
Around my p u l s e …

nice line. As pointed out by a few others, I'm still unsure of playing with fonts in poetry.. but, someone has to experiment, right?

[.........]

To be honest, I am not completely sure how I feel about the different fonts, and italicized words and bolded letters. Yes, it does make me focus more on those words and it adds a special touch to it all but I also think it's distracting. Maybe instead you could just start a new line and only put that word on it next time, and see if it has the same effect to your readers. Other than that, the poem itself was very well written and I like the sensualness that your words have. You never told the reader how YOU feel during the times that "he" is with you... you simply told us what it is. That is my favorite part about your poem, because it is up to me, as a reader, to decide how you feel about him. Yes, anxiety is considered a negative feeling as a whole, but does that mean you don't enjoy it, at least sometimes? "he licks my wounds with his salty tongue": what a strongly written line. Also, "He sits upon me, on those sleepless nights, above my breast, ruling my life". This makes me wonder if you're feeling as if you're a prisoner, or if you are somewhat enjoying the feeling of not having control that you are at the mercy of him, like an incubus. What a good write.

[Jeanmarie Flaherty]

Brilliant, beautiful, you did a fantastic job here. Giving gender to anxiety, turning him into your attacker, making it tangible and real. I don't know if there would have been any other way to write this, you perfected this piece.

[joshua deathdealer]

You nailed this in a very beautiful way. This is anxiety for sure...xx

[Coyote Poetry]

This is amazing poetry. I had to read a few times. I like the description. Create a bad vision. Anxiety can make us mad and kill us if we are not careful. No weakness in this outstanding poem.
Coyote

[J Todd Underhill]

Oh you hit the nail on the head with this one, and one only has to feel the grips of true anxiety to know how well you captured this. Wonderful write, well done!

[Vincent]

Anxiety? You really make it transpire through those words, it cuts your breath away. I was intrigued and amused by the shape and fonts used here as well, good job!

[Seshat Nidaba]

This is how I feel today, you captured something of that phantom baddie. Well done.