The Anxious Mind
You turned my head inside out. Is this love? Maybe not.
The Anxious Mind
It doesn’t shout
it taps
a finger to the glass
checks the locks again
asks the same old question
what if
it turns the cup three times
then waits
for nothing to go wrong
it walks behind you
says your name
but not out loud
you breathe
but only half
you smile
but only when watched
it doesn’t need a storm
just silence
to start talking
it rewrites the text
then deletes the reply
then worries about that too
it is tired
even after sleep
and scared
even in calm
no reasons
just patterns
that never settle
no enemy
just fog
that thinks in circles
the anxiety lives in my mind
quiet as breath, constant as blood
no room for peace or pause
just thoughts I never asked for
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
good work
Sounds like a conscious to me in a way, but not sure. Good job on another one to make us think.
You described those anxious thoughts in the mind so perfectly.