Anxiety

Anxiety

A Poem by Cheyenne

My constant torturer. 
Lurking just out of reach,
Feeding off every negative thought.
Choking me with my own words.

I pray for a breath, 
A breath without pain.
I bow down to you in fear.
This is no longer my body.

Who is that creature staring back?
Sunken cheeks and dark eyes.
Eyes of something no longer living.
Slowly dying, wasting away. 

© 2016 Cheyenne


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You voice it is perfectly, this pain that is like a beast devouring you from within. I knew this creature too well. May you find a way to release it back into the world and find only endless peace. xo

Posted 8 Years Ago


Cheyenne

8 Years Ago

It is pain I hope to one day end, but for now I am settling with just managing it.
Echoes of Eros

8 Years Ago

Yes, please fight it now, and rise above it. And one day you will be released and find only bliss. x.. read more

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