A poem I wrote when anxiety hit me OCPoetry

I wish strands of white hair Meant wisdom. Can't sleep... stuck in a mental prison. I write, I bleed I watch TV:

Politicians spewing lies on speech Grounds shaking on foreign land Not enough love, too many hate Floods, blood, hurricanes, Another avalanche Monks drenched In gasoline Bombs exploding, Families fleeing Holding hands Horror stamped In their wide-open eyes Bad news selling like water Children thirsty and starving Tears raining on bodies Preachers worshiping pockets Commercials making me go shopping White collars telling me who to follow Numb minds and too much pride Life philosophies sounding like bullshit mottos And making me question every sort of progress Then a good old comedy To forget all this tragedy And avoid reality Game-shows, talk-shows Sports, all the classics "Taxi Driver", "The 400 Blows". Then static.

A sigh... then another sigh Damn... I wish I could do something To change everything But maybe I can only criticize Or maybe I don't even have the right. Damned... Sometimes I feel I'm all hipocrisy Observing the world's fate Not even knowing where my Fate lies In the meantime... I'm gonna be on Netflix Let me know when the fortune wheel will spin Already watched all those shows on repeat. Exploring and never really finding something interesting My next fix It's all routine... Just like that I forget My whole being Until I'm hungry... My stomach growling like a beast Like Cronus when he savors my flesh I open the refrigerator And I'm greeted with a cold blast I close my eyes and I remember:

The feeling of anxiety Like fighting a war with sticks Refusing my own identity Late night internal monologues Twelve missed calls Sanctifying my conscience Martyrizing my flaws The laws and a sword dangling Above my damned head Stuck in my own programming Carrying the sky And rolling boulders With fear and trembling Through the 21th Century I should just go out And be a mortal under the cool breeze One more cypher in the crowd Walk the dark streets Bunch of sad looking faces I'm judging the shit Out of all these people Praying they avert their eyes from me And all of my demons 'Cause I can't change the world Not even with my words Unless I escape my prison.

I would really like some feedback. It's one of the first things I ever wrote, and I've been thinking about writing what I feel more. I salute all of you who appreciate art :)

I have a couple more poems on my Instagram: @mattsmrtnz

Submitted May 19, 2017 at 05:46AM by Mattsmrtnz http://ift.tt/2pYDysY OCPoetry