It starts as a tickle
An old familiar feeling
That creeps up my spine
Across my tongue
And in through my eyes.
It settles in my mind
Like a restless sea.
Thrashing about
Tossing this ship
Against the rocky shores.
Ripped to jagged boards
I can’t breathe.
With these
Waterlogged lungs.
Blackness.
Stillness.
Unsettling.
I spin and swim
Only to return at start again.
Over and over again.
Weight of the water
Crushes me.
I try to cry
But the salty tears
Bleed into the ocean
Only building this feeling
Of inescapable death.
Or sleep.
Or something my mind
Cannot fully comprehend.
Because it’s no longer here.
There is only this primal brain
Raging on
Consuming everything I am.
And if I could just feel your hand
Or hear your voice
Maybe I could be okay,
But I am not.
Not even close.
I am swallowed up
Jonah.
I am lost at sea.
Unable to drown
Yet unable to live.
No rhyme
Nor rhythm
Nor reason
Nor purpose.
This is anxiety.
About the Creator
Rauce The-sauce
I am a writer, poet, musician and aspiring novelist. I have finished a rough draft of my first full length novel and am working on rewrites and editing. I work full-time with adults with special needs and love my work.
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