Assuage, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

The specter of shadows
The scrutiny of others
The worry consumes me
The anxiety smothers

It slithers around
In my brain
Gripping my attention
I can’t assuage

The needless distraction
The trap has sprung
The planted doubt
Claims to have won

It pesters me gleefully
In my brain seemingly
Gripping my attention
I can’t assuage

I can’t manage
The random thoughts
I don’t want them
To cause more doubt

The specter of shadows
The scrutiny of others
The worry consumes me
The anxiety smothers

Landmine garden
I’ve grown so well
Pestering thoughts
On such I dwell

I fashion a maze
Without a pause
I cant assuage
The root cause

I want it to go
But it just grows
The worry consumes me
The anxiety smothers

I try to convince myself
I can put these feelings
On a shelf, but they keep crawling
On my bookshelf

Go away, turn the page
Stop pestering me
Anxiety, let me assuage
Let me breath, if only a day.

You are the gnat
Buzzing around in my head
Go away
I want you dead.
(end)

Sometimes I dwell in my anxiety, and it just pesters me, it is hard to shed sometimes. And the logical side of my brain knows I am blowing things out of proportion, but I have had anxiety issues my entire life, and I have to accept it will aways phase in and out, and can only be something I can manage, not cure. It usually goes away after a while, but it is frustrating when it is happening.