Another poem that I've written that I've decided to share here. Having to deal with my battle with anxiety.
Hell of My Own Making
I live in a hell
of my own making.
Trapped inside this darkness;
it's overtaking.
Tearing me apart
and ripping me to shreds.
Whispering lies into my ears;
feeding sins into my head.
Fighting on uneven ground,
just hoping to survive.
But how can one expect to live
when they're too broken to fly.
Free me from this tortured cawing,
haunting me with feathered deeds.
How can I break loose from this
when you say it's all I need.
Pushing, clawing, forcing
the light from my eyes;
yet in your rasping telling me,
"Chin up, you'll be fine."
Whispering lies into my ears,
your deceit is overtaking.
Struggling to hold on to hope;
I live in a hell
of my own making.