The grip of anxiety is tight,
stretching from the little finger.
It feels like being trapped
in a bubble of hopelessness
and memories of past abuses.
These atrocities
should have never happened,
but unfortunately, they did.
Immensely triggered.
Signals, simple and unexpected.
Living forward, going back.
Where is the right? Where is the left?
Who's on top? Who's underneath?
This circus rides to hell, full of nastiness.
They proved themselves wrong.
They are still hiding and admitting nothing.
What did they win?
Just a trophy made from devil's breath.
It's not worth following, and yet
it makes me wonder how they can be proud of it.
They defend their premises from me,
but they are also mine.
No matter how loudly they shout,
the lawful land
cannot be changed
into someone else's property.
It is truly a shame.
They should have considered it earlier,
but they were too busy
exercising their power and control.
Now it's too late
as they lie partially in the grave
sprinkled with the money they fought so hard to keep.
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
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Poetry: Friend
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perfectly described anxiety
Whoa, this poem packs a punch! It's got that intense vibe, tackling power, control, and regret all at once. Love the raw emotion and the clever imagery. It definitely makes you think!
I like how the anxiety is described as ‘tight’ and how it stretched from the little finger. Almost like an elastic band that may snap, any minute. Then you gave us words that could crush the heart and the mind, like: hopelessness and past abuse. Then the reflection on the fact that it shouldn’t have happened, add complexity and deepened the emotion and my experience reading it. 👌🏽 The in and out entry into reality, the symptom of being triggered was so expertly done, that this moment is metaphorically bleeding through the screen. Maybe even, shining and blinding, but perfectly executed. This piece was deep and original, it held my attention all the way through. 👏🏽🤗♥️
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