Left Sore…

Stranded and alone,
I felt scared,
All of my positivity disappeared.
Let down,
I could not fathom your mood,
Left as easy bate,
I was lucky to have not been pursued,
As I sat crying,
No idea where I was,
In the dark,
At an unfriendly time.
The truth is,
I am not well,
Even the slightest trigger,
Could send me to hell!
The incident plays and replays in my head,
Just a little hiccup for you,
Drove me to despair,
Nearly ending up dead.
And yet still no apology,
How very disappointing,
And unfair,
Did you even care?
Now safe,
Home at last,
Yet the memory of the incident,
I cannot put down to the past!
It will stay in my head forever more,
Emotionally bruised,
And very sore.

Anxiety holds me captive

Tomorrow I shall soar the sky like a bird, anxiety fills me, yet in speak of it not and so it is not heard! Flying I enjoy, I just fear my mental health unpredictability!

Whilst watching my favourite show,
My mind is suddenly consumed and I cannot take it in so,
I get distracted by the light peeping through the blinds,
Press mute,
And feast upon watching the day go by,
From light to dark,
It seems to accompany the aches in my heart,
Like a nocturnal beast,
All things black increase,
Attract and pull me from the light.
The street lamp flickers,
Like the distorted pictures,
That flicker like a flip book through my minds eye.
Pulse rate heightened,
Heartbeat on speed,
Psychosis chimes,
Ringing in my ears,
Projecting fears,
Tarnishing my ideas of fun in the sun!
Tomorrow I shall soar the sky like a bird,
Bounce upon the cotton, candy floss balls that mountain high in the sky,
I’ll be closer to loved ones lost,
As we hover around heavens gate,
Transported from one place to another.
Hopefully happy memories we shall make,
But I anticipate anxiously as my mind may make such memories hard to access and discover,
Negativity runs through me,
As it trys to pursue me,
Overtaking all things bright,
And turning them grey.
This demon is always here,
Will he ever disappear?
He blindfolds my eyes and shows me only lies.
He whispers in my ear initiating fear.
He runs through my vane’s and stains every inch of me.
I try my very best to surpress and conceal my woes,
As not to depress, worry or irritate other good souls,
I suffer this torture secretly,
Hold it in discretely,
But worry that it cannot be contained.