There is always a loop,
that may connect
the dots of people
and stories of people.
These patterns have clicks
that often click once, twice, thrice.
They make me lose hours.
But life is a loop,
so I don't care if I spin a bit,
as long as I get somewhere tomorrow.
Some see red
I see orangered
Anxiety comes in waves
I Don't Remember What I Commented On.
A calm rushes over me
I feel at ease.
I switch tabs
Scrolling.Clicking.Scrolling.Clicking.
Some see red
I see orangered
Anxiety comes in waves
Anxiety comes in waves.
All is lost in that moment,
when the moment takes all.
It burns and darkens
deep in the belly.
No matter how hard I try,
the sky won't fall down,
but it laughs and cries,
as my chest falls and rises.
In the unprepared moments,
we lack the feeling to feel,
so we only feel blackness
swell like an invisible storm
that takes us out to sea.
Anxiety comes in waves
Anxiety comes in waves.
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Deciphering the classics by day, brewing up new stories by night. Shakespearean sonnets to sci-fi sagas, I love it all! English Lit student exploring different worlds through literature on Vocal Media.
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Comments (2)
Brilliant piece, I've found sucking on a peppercorn to be a modicum of relief!
Ena, Ena that was so brilliant! A nice perspective about life. Liked your poem!