Burning cheeks, pounding heart  

breathe quick, ripping my chest apart.  

Mouth dry, hands  cold  

mind racing, myself I scold.  

  

Why me, why do I have to endure  

this torrid of anxiety, please God send me a cure.  

I try to fight, I try to succumb  

it leaves me exhausted, empty and numb.  

  

No comfort do family or friends bring  

my mind the enemy, it's a dangerous thing.  

The thoughts that race round in my brain,  

makes me feel like I'm going insane!  

  

Never have I been closer to the brink,  

I've never been one to consider my life extinct.  

This period of insanity has questioned my worth,  

should I even be on this earth?  

  

Hanging on by a fine thread,  

in the hope I can soothe the chaos in my head.  

I pray I have the strength to get me to the other side,  

this illness though I cannot abide.  

I have to accept it's a part of my life,  

I hope I can survive this turmoil and strife.  

 

06/01/18 Natalie Sparnon