Writing.....

"Anxiety" 

I am alone. 

The taste of bitterness in my mouth

It coats my lips with oily, rancid fear

My tongue feels like tears

The body is weakened. 

Stale, yet full of heavy sourness

My heart is saddened with the taste

I long for something more, something safe

Arms around me, beneath me. 

Swollen, heavy, small, and shaking

Cloudy potions drip down my throat

Tears have come and gone but still

Their haunting presence stays. 

I am alone. 

The dragon breathes down my neck

Dark magic lays its spell and I--

The victim of the trap, I fall

My arms are empty

How my journey makes me ache. 

Swords with broken, chipping blades

I've carried them so long 

My tears begin to make them rust,

The weapons dulled--and I

An innocent bucolic, a child

Hiding from the wild, I

A dagger must bring forth, it's time

My battle is at hand. 

Lick the blood from your wounds

Inhale the air and lift your aching head

If anything you do, my child---

You must always keep the fight.