In The Grip – Anxiety

I wrote this for something but that something didn’t matter. A Poem.

In The Grip – Anxiety

There – in the corner-
Our Life Died-
With four walls watching-

Unable to breathe-
Breathing too quick-
We cannot stand-
Or find safe ground

We were sure-
We’d certainly be gone-

Only- our four walls-
With their cracks and stains-
Wouldn’t let us go

Coupled with deathly thoughts-
We lie in our waste-
Abandoned by comfort-

Alone is measured
In our minds-

There – A crack-
Within one of the four walls-
We’ll climb in and pray
And finally feel nothing

-M. Taggart copyright 2016

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