Anxiety

Wandering through the lost
I search for something found.
Turning every corner
On a straight path.

Never Stopping.
Never Living.

Hearing the direction
But I am deaf.
Hoping for an answer
When there is no question.

Watching Closely.
Watching Nothing.

Waiting for the quiet
In a noiseless place.
Trying to push boundaries
But there are no restraints.

Always Thinking.
Always Anxious.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741