Anxiety stricken
Beating heart
On the verge of falling apart
Nerves are shot
Sweats and shakes
Clinching this disaster as the still ground quakes
Try to breathe
Close my eyes
Nothing works and it’s no surprise
Everyone wonders
why I’m exhausted now
They offer advice but they don’t know how
Ease today
Doc pushed the pill
Come back next month for another bill
Pill wouldn’t fix
Here’s therapy
Correct the error found in me
Pray to God
He’ll fix the pain
Followed days remain the same
Some don’t know
the stressful life
when nothing’s wrong and nothing’s right
They look on
and wonder why
while I look inward and slowly die
The mental is a battle
A travesty
This false representation ruins me
Lifting you up in prayer Damon, blessings.
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I appreciate the prayers, Bruce, but this is just a reflection of a reality I and many others have faced. I’m not currently experiencing it, but know it all too well. Many people can relate to my poem, and many are dealing with the same sorrows as we speak.
Blessings to you.
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