literature

Anxiety

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Always on the brink of despair
Always on the brink of disrepair
States of brokenness fading into entropy
A dark chaos forever blooming

A kaleidoscope of dreary colors
A cornucopia of ashen flavors
Attesting to my sensory arrest
Monochromatic myopia narrowing my view of the road ahead

I'm on this edge, I fear is never-ending
I'm on this ledge, I fear my will is bending
All the perfect moments are wrong
I hope I get to feel one before they are all gone

Every smile is hollow like an absent victory over the anxiety
The fear eclipses my guiding light until it's paralyzing
I'd pray if only I thought there was someone listening
Truth be told, I'd rather be ignorant than disbelieving

Hope becomes a shadow, like a tantalizing dream
I'd find the truth within myself if I thought I'd know what it means
The scars and ashes stain my skin and flesh like prison ink
I look at my past in vain, trying to find how to think

I'm on this edge, I fear is never-ending
I'm on this ledge, I fear my will is bending
All the perfect moments are wrong
I hope I get to feel one before they are all gone

I'm on this edge, I fear is never-ending
I'm on this ledge, I fear my will is bending
All the perfect moments are wrong
I hope I get to feel one before they are all gone

I'd wish away my mind if I thought the me inside would survive
I'd wish away my heart if I thought it would erase the pain inside
I'd wish away my disbelief if I thought somehow I could
I'd wish away everything I am if I thought it'd do any good

I'm on this edge, I fear is never-ending
I'm on this ledge, I fear my will is bending
All the perfect moments are wrong
I hope I get to feel one before they are all gone

I'm on this edge, I fear is never-ending
I'm on this ledge, I fear my will is bending
All the perfect moments are wrong
I hope I get to feel one before they are all gone

I'm on this ledge, and looking down, I see
Only this absent staircase, diving deep inside of me
Forming only hopeless spirals, far as the eye can see
Forged of tiny crystals, made of anxiety
Wrote this for/about the love of my life, so she'll know that I do understand I know how she's feeling right now.
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