Anxiety.

A quick drive through a mild anxiety attack.

Chest is getting tighter-
Getting harder to breathe.
Hands are getting shaky
All I wanna do is leave.
Trying to fight the panic
But everyone must be able to see
That inside I'm going crazy
Can't control my anxiety.

Its death grip wont' loosen
And I'm starting to black out.
I pop another pill
And do my best not to shout.

My heart rate starts to lower
And my breathing is less labored.
My hands stop shaking
The panic's finally faded.

I know this isn't the end,
I know this will come back.
I know there's a monkey
That resides firmly on my back.
I know I'll never be cured,
I know I'll always panic.
But as long as there's a solution,
It can't be so bad, can it?



It can.

Reviews

[Kim Dinger]

Totally relate. Very real and authentic

[Celena]

I love this! It describes anxiety perfectly and makes you not feel alone. Thank you for sharing!

[Cody]

I think you can save people with this poem because it lets the reader know that they're not alone because anxiety is a parasite. Great job

[bathtime]

It really is a parasite, and it sucks that its so common. Thanks though. Means a lot.

[Kay Ann]

I love this!! It's well done

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you described anxiety. You made it easy to understand. Anxiety is dangerous and scary. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[bathtime]

Thank you. Not many people understand how crippling even a small anxiety attack can be. Especially when they're constant. I'd really just like to help end the stigma of mental illness.

[Coyote Poetry]

I hope we can and you are welcome.