"Anxiety" - a Preview of "Corrupted Minds"
While we are waiting for that green light that says "LIVE" on Amazon, I wanted to share one of the poems from "Corrupted Minds"!
I wrote this poem about two months ago and had actually featured it on my blog "The Cursed Author." It received the most favorites I have ever had on my blog so I thought it deserved to be on the first page of my third chapbook..
Anxiety
Sarah A. Kenney
Anxiety is a Monster.
It waits for me to sleep
It tries to devour me
With my memories
Every detail in my life
Like no decision is my own
Instead anxiety controls me.
I hope you will understand
How smiling won’t take my pain away.
It will only mask
What you don’t want to see.
Don’t worry,
I won’t ask you to have
Compassion for me.
The burden of my memories
Only makes you dislike me
I hope you understand
When I don’t look you in the eye
It’s me, not you.
I hope you understand
When I can’t speak the words that I think
Is because the words feel like
they will kill me.
The steps I take in the morning
Hurt worse than most days
I feel that there are
weights around my feet,
And a noose around my neck,
Waiting for me to step off of the block
Under my feet.
Constant worry fills me
That if I say the wrong words
My life will crumble before me.
Some days I conquer my fears,
Live what the quotes of others
Advise me to do to live
A “happy” life.
Then,
Days like today,
Nights like last night
Tell me,
I am not Okay.
I wrote this poem about two months ago and had actually featured it on my blog "The Cursed Author." It received the most favorites I have ever had on my blog so I thought it deserved to be on the first page of my third chapbook..
Anxiety
Sarah A. Kenney
Anxiety is a Monster.
It waits for me to sleep
It tries to devour me
With my memories
Every detail in my life
Like no decision is my own
Instead anxiety controls me.
I hope you will understand
How smiling won’t take my pain away.
It will only mask
What you don’t want to see.
Don’t worry,
I won’t ask you to have
Compassion for me.
The burden of my memories
Only makes you dislike me
I hope you understand
When I don’t look you in the eye
It’s me, not you.
I hope you understand
When I can’t speak the words that I think
Is because the words feel like
they will kill me.
The steps I take in the morning
Hurt worse than most days
I feel that there are
weights around my feet,
And a noose around my neck,
Waiting for me to step off of the block
Under my feet.
Constant worry fills me
That if I say the wrong words
My life will crumble before me.
Some days I conquer my fears,
Live what the quotes of others
Advise me to do to live
A “happy” life.
Then,
Days like today,
Nights like last night
Tell me,
I am not Okay.
Published on June 16, 2018 18:42
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Tags:
admittance, anxiety, anxious-mind, chapbook, coming-soon, corrupt, dark-poetry, help, mental-health, new-releases, poems
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