Drowning
Wouldn't believe the sensation I get...Mind at unease, soul at unrest...
The best of the best might not withstand this test...
There's always a price for the blessings one gets...
My head a balloon and the string is my neck;
threatens to float up away from the rest...
Some people say anxiety is a self-induced disease.
What better way to callously add insult to injury?
Like a sponge fulla water that nothing can squeeze
I drift down the river and into the sea...
Where I start to get dizzy and struggle to breath;
Stomach starts fizzing, I beg the Lord please!
My heart is too busy, my lungs don't provide;
The vision is blurry, I tremble inside...
I take things in stride...I listen...I pray...
So why does my body behave in this way?
When I find the final answer,
I'll be sure to let everyone know...
And the waves will still crash at my Tropic of Cancer
and the wind will continue blow....
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