Drown Without Water

To over complicate the simple,

To go over and over the simplest thing,

On and On,

It never stops.

Your mind is whirring,

Rushing,

The thoughts flying in your mind.

Your heart will speed up,

Your pulse beating faster and faster,

As the anxiety possesses you.

As your body starts to heat up,

Your hands begin to sweat,

Your breathing begins to rush.

You try closing your eyes,

To end the thoughts,

To perhaps end the worry,

But eyes open,

Eyes closed,

It's all the same.

It doesn't,

It won't

change.

It won't ease.

It won't sleep.

It won't rest.

It won't end.

The worry is continuous,

It worsens.

Pacing now,

You try to relax,

To assure yourself,

Tell yourself that it's okay

It's going to be okay.

But in the back of your mind,

You find the thought,

Or thoughts,

That caused it all.

The water that filled your lungs.

The fire that burned your skin,

The knife that cut you,

The rock that hit you.

That's it.

Just a thought,

That will never stop worrying you.

Never stop nagging from behind your mind.

On and On,

It continues,

Maybe the same thought,

Or thoughts,

Or maybe a new one.

A new seed that was planted,

Nurtured by the bully in your head,

That grew into something quite scary to you,

As the process will begin again,

And again,

And again.

Over and over.

15.6.2020