Poetry
ANXIETY
Anxiety my NE’er vanquished foe
Chronic in your returning causing chaos, cutting blows.
Why must my mind & my body hate me so.
Will I see the days conclusion, maybe yes, maybe no.
I try to reason it’s just the season it shall pass
To find some small hope, to make ‘half full’ this small glass.
I seek not just peace but some solace peace at last
I try to raise a smile as I remember ‘none shall pass’
As the battle rages on in my spirit seen by none
I present a great facade as this pain lingers on
A raging tumult turmoil of my heart, please be gone
This rip-tide of the mind once again seen by none
It may appear that this mind is a peace & all well
But beneath out of sight this tortured soul is in hell
Begging for release from the torment to be well
No I'm not at peace not at all I’m in hell.
CRESTFALLEN
Somehow; the Despairing; desolate; despondent heart beats on.
Crestfallen, comfortless and crushed, it retains its discordant tempo.
Its meter Tragic, tortured; and tormented, it continues in its sorrow.
The agonised heart, Afflicted, anguished, beats for this circle of one.
The despairing heart beats on, bearing such burden, for a soul stood alone.
In this comfortless ode, having nowhere to turn, tacitly, testing the will to go on.
Tormented by its presence, alerted, the exhausted heart quickens.
The Anguish, now apparent, the avaricious wolf at the door looks on.
Despondent and desolate, no hope, nor love, for this burdened soul.
Crestfallen and crushed, no will to play on. The Desire to continue now wanting.
The tragedy continues, the torture relents not; it becomes so exhausting.
The agony forms fully, The affliction, now conflicting, as this player considers his final role.
What now of desolation, theres comfort from the torment, a release from agony.
Life will be better, hope exists, you see?! this life will be better, only life; - sanz me