Anxiety Poem by Lyndsey Grant

Time excels and I pretend to be
More than nothing
Hovering above normalcy
Signed away and committed to damnation
For eternity
Spinning spider webs with precision
While walking over egg shells sunny side up
My body is weak and the smell of uncertainty
Makes my heart race with anticipations fate
I feel the breath inside my lungs begin to shrivel
And putter when my brain stutters
Due to over indulgence or lack there of
I can’t think with out running it sideways
And backwards
Flipping thought into contortions
Of disproportions of misleading notions
Conspiracy theory leeks in like septic fumes
And consumes and consumes and consumes
My vision shakes with laughter not in the funny ha ha sense
But in the deep gut choke hold
That held the clock
Ticking the tock that will put a stop to it
And all the water colored memories will wash away and drip into thin air
Leaving specks of yellow and green as a trace that something was once there
And had I known this was what I signed up for
I would have left here on a different journey
On a crazy dream that became a nightmare
Which took form as reality