Anxiety

Poem about the physical feeling of an anxiety attack.

Anxiety

there is a knot
just under my forehead
feels like if I just place my palm
flat against it
I could push it back in
but you won't see it there
it exists under my skin
in my psyche
where it torments me
as I feel it bulging
with every anxiety ridden moment

what's that?
ooh... I can't swallow
panic!
why can't I swallow??
everyone does it
so natural, a simple reflex
taken away

what's that?
a spot
the red one
oh yes
and another pink one over there
scabbed over
and scratched
till I bleed
little blood spots
on my sheets and my clothes
specks of red
dot the landscape
of my world

when will it go away?
when will it leave me alone
and let me live my life?
without this albatross
flung around my neck

my dreaded foe
anxiety