blackfoxartpoems
Jan 231 min read
I Have Issues
I have issues That I feel how my hair sits on my shoulders Brushing against it as I pace around my room The warmth that surrounds my head As my arms come up to comfort it, failing The staggering breaths coming from my lungs As I overthink about what I am failing to do The weight of the dread that surrounds me When all I can hear in my head are my own thoughts They drown out everything I’m encased in a feeling of anxiety Like a closing coffin waiting for the nails to be hammer

