I have never seen you,
but I feel you lurking,
setting up shop in dark corners,
wedging yourself in between anger
left to run rampant.
Moments when anxiety feels like
an obnoxious, demanding guest
who doesn't know he's out stayed his welcome.
Your presence leaves a feeling
of something crawling under the skin,
and awakens fears
that are yet to be overcome,
trauma not yet released,
anxiety.
I walk past trees that sway in the wind,
which provokes your lust for malice.
I have not yet seen you,
But I know that you know how much I fear
standing beneath these immortal beings
encased in wood
as they stand restless, seemingly taunting.
Original Poem and Photograph by Courtney Jackson
About the Creator
Courtney Jackson
I am a Texas native who loves writing poetry, attending open mic nights, and doing anything that leads to life-affirming self-discovery.
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