Anxiety Is

A simple poem about dread.
I live in a hole
The walls are too sheer
I cannot escape
It fills with lamb's blood
A feast for the maggots

Anxiety is:
Never was without
I constantly die
Until I'm released
Even then not alive

Why must I do this?
Each day kills me more
The pleasure brings pain
I will die afraid
Uncertain of love

Longing for something
Afraid the same
Coward on my neck
Carved it as a boy
Still just as painful

I'm touching a ghost
My vision fails me
Doubt enters my head
And ruins my mind
It pains me to wait

I hate this feeling
I predict it dies
I pretend to cry
But my heart is lost
And I cannot tear

Are my doubts correct?
This fear consumes me
Tantalizing me
I am imperfect
I am such a fool

Yet I still can smile
Somehow I believe
The sun is shining
I can't bear let go
You've sunk your hooks in

Empty and helpless
I struggle in vain
A drowning feeling
Madness is heavy
It sinks you down quick

My love she drains me
Uncertainty kills
My advice is short
Avoid it gravely
The pleasure won't stop
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Published: 12/15/2010
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