Anxiety pill

Clocks slow to a crawl time creeps it's deceit 

Some days lack ambition no spring in my seat

Pounding heart sure to cave won't endure it's fatigued

Need mighty endowment strength stability proceed


This pen hits the paper racing heart slowly calms

I believe in my words the sweat dries from my palms

Trembling hands quieten be sturdy as steel

I take a deep breath... Now to enjoy how I feel

Shane Aaron

Dec 7 2013

nightlight1220's picture

A poem a day,To speak your

A poem a day,

To speak your heart,

Will keep you and anxiety,

Way far apart,

What's better yet, 

Is you have all the chance to say,

How things have happened 

Each and every day,

We have tons of friends here,

And a welcome wagon too,

Wishing to see more poems from you!!!!! 



...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


allets's picture

About Writing Poem

Yes, it is all about what you feel putting pen to page (or fingers to keys - smile). Nice style ~alelts~