Panic
I laid it down upon the bed
the soft blanket of anxiety
which would cover me
while I slept
wrapped around me tightly
trapping whispers in my head
of the many things I needed
to but had not started yet
Why can’t I move how
have I forgotten how to breathe
I count the things that I would
give to shut my eyes with ease
Why does it keep happening
do I do this to myself or
is it nailed deep inside me
somewhere like a shelf
My brain is feeling heavy
full of brick, stiff wooden blocks
which I can’t lift or bring myself to
face I just wish it would
.
