Poetry For Everyday People
Anxiety's Seed
For me,
it's an accumulation
of moments, thoughts,
glances, building within
my psychological senses,
a hateful look,
a broken promise,
money worry, the pursuit,
of my idea of perfection,
where I wanna be in life,
what I wanna have, the
peace of my family,
my friends,
working hard
is easy, second nature,
it's the lack of reward
at times when you've
done your job and more,
yet your pockets aren't
as full as they should be,
so I worry, think about it,
day and night, mean while,
I feel it building up, I
feel my insides walking out
on me, my mind not listening
to me, and it scares me, which
makes it worse,
the mind turns, the panic
sets in, you know what it is,
you tell yourself: be cool man,
you're not dying, you just let
life grab you by the balls,
it's not a heart attack, you're
too healthy, just had a physical,
eat right, work out, no history
of medical problems,
you go through the list
in your head, like a hostage
negotiator talking, telling
your mind to put down the gun,
let you free, we're in this together,
your body shakes, you feel cold,
the mind so brilliant that once
you understand one symptom, it will
alter the next attack,
it's hard to be a tough guy
with this kind of s-h-i-t man,
so I write about it, if I can
cure it here, maybe I can cure
it here too,
know what I mean
my fellow kind souls.
it's an accumulation
of moments, thoughts,
glances, building within
my psychological senses,
a hateful look,
a broken promise,
money worry, the pursuit,
of my idea of perfection,
where I wanna be in life,
what I wanna have, the
peace of my family,
my friends,
working hard
is easy, second nature,
it's the lack of reward
at times when you've
done your job and more,
yet your pockets aren't
as full as they should be,
so I worry, think about it,
day and night, mean while,
I feel it building up, I
feel my insides walking out
on me, my mind not listening
to me, and it scares me, which
makes it worse,
the mind turns, the panic
sets in, you know what it is,
you tell yourself: be cool man,
you're not dying, you just let
life grab you by the balls,
it's not a heart attack, you're
too healthy, just had a physical,
eat right, work out, no history
of medical problems,
you go through the list
in your head, like a hostage
negotiator talking, telling
your mind to put down the gun,
let you free, we're in this together,
your body shakes, you feel cold,
the mind so brilliant that once
you understand one symptom, it will
alter the next attack,
it's hard to be a tough guy
with this kind of s-h-i-t man,
so I write about it, if I can
cure it here, maybe I can cure
it here too,
know what I mean
my fellow kind souls.
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Anxiety`s Seed
Anxiety`s Seed
