Keep going…

Slipping deep into my alternate

crawling in my own skin,

anxiety has shown itself

a familiar fight, I cannot win.

 

Near blind with blurry eyes,

clock says it’s only 2am,

yet my mind’s been racing

since, about a quarter past 10.

 

Fifty-some odd days

odd, is, to say the least,

suppressing my inner evil

imprisoning the beast.

 

Life tossed upside-down

Again? Why the hell not?

Life was getting too easy,

We needed to stir the pot…

 

Stuck in my little cage

grasping for breathable air,

snapping at any intruders,

“Please, don’t poke the bear”.

 

I’ve reached max capacity,

Sorry, I cannot control this,

It’s horrifying to even mention

the prescriptions that I miss…?

 

Although numbing.

I was near non-existing.

At least I was sleeping.

No turning.  No twisting.

 

Now spilling my shame,

with my keyboard in hand,

the alarm is about to go off…

Again, it is time for me to stand.

 

Β©2020 Joseph Emerson @ http://www.whatsinsideamadmanshat.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

12 comments

    1. Absolutely it’s alright. The whole reason I spill, dump, share these thoughts it to help others who are going throught the same thing. To know that they’re not alone. That these feelings are just a different kind of normal, that only a select few can handle. Thank you for stopping by and reading and of course sharing. 🎩

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  1. I can relate. My head has been buried under a pillow beyond just normal sleeping hours. Trying to keep the dragon tied down as much as possible but just not sure…sending peace✌️

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