20 March 2012

Leave Me Be

Anxiety

My spring is way too tight

I’m on the fight or flight

The roaches beneath my skin

Are threatening to do me in

I’ve reached a certain velocity

It’s an animal ferocity

.

I can’t sit still

I think I’m ill

I pace the floor

Make for the door

But out or in

I’m stuck on a pin

I can’t get free

Just let me be

.

I’m rotating left then right

There is no peace in sight

I’m spinning like a top

I don’t think I can stop

I’m struggling for breath

I might catch my death

.

I can’t sit still

I think I’m ill

I pace the floor

Make for the door

But out or in

I’m stuck on a pin

I just can’t get free

So please let me be

.

3 comments:

  1. To express with such cinematographic effect the personal incarceration in the body bringing it too close to the universally experienced frustration in being human is so gripping and stimulating in a way the reader looks at himself from a distance

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  2. This is a sure winner. Very lovely

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  3. A human frustration or disturbance well written!

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