Anxiety with its ceremonial blade

Carves crude and jagged shapes upon my heart

Leaving holes to fill with its devilish delights

Anxiety, a hellish beast

Watches with sadistic pleasure

As you cry and shake and dissociate

Waiting for the death that must be nigh

I try to fight!

Truly, I do

But my weapons are blunt from constant use

Once, long ago, I might have sharpened them

But I’ve lost the strength, the skill

And I am afraid

I am afraid of what is coming

Because Anxiety preaches doom

And it’s just so fucking easy to believe when your life has tragic joke

Tell me how I’m to believe that things will be okay!

Nothing is ever okay!

It never has been

I don’t know what to do anymore

It’s dark and cold

And my weapons are blunt

©️CJ

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You are the cigarette I smoke everyday

Subjecting my lungs to toxic decay

You won’t let me quit, you want the control

But I won’t let you kill my soul

©️CJ

Heart thunders

Stomach churns

Anxiety is acid

And it fucking burns

©️CJ

Indigo dancer pirouettes

Down by the water’s edge

Mysterious in Midnight’s dress

To Venus she sings her pledge

With Jupiter watching over her

She twirls by Mercury’s tricks

Headed for Saturn’s renewing kiss

That will free her from Life’s conflicts

©️CJ 21/6/21

What does it mean if I no longer hear music in the wind… dream in the shadow of a skeleton tree…?

My soul’s hue is tainted by a thousand memories, burned in rage and the hope of ruin…

So now as a wraith I haunt myself, waiting for Judgment Day.

©️CJ 21/6/21

The starlight lingers on my skin

Like the passionate burn of a lover’s kiss

And though the sun may interfere

It cannot steal this velvet bliss

©️CJ

I saw the rose petals bleed

Colours sliding down the drain

A mimicry of my long lost life

Washed away by rain

The once lush, crimson flower

Now bleached in opaque black

Crushed, forlorn, ignored and cold

Depicting all I lack

Poor, sad, little black rose

Left all alone to cry

My heart aches to comfort it

With a shiny, innocent lie

But I know that I must not

For lies are not the way

Who am I to offer hope

When I’ve nothing hopeful to say

So I’ll carry the black rose

Worn proud upon my breast

To show it that there is no shame

In being Melancholy’s guest

©️CJ

#mentalhealthawareness

Lips pout lasciviously

Eyes shine dark as night

Her smile whispers, “Come hither, darling,

Let’s make love by the moonlight.”

You feel your feet urge you on

She’s all that’s in your sight

And you sigh in the forbidden bliss

Of the Night Queen’s lustful bite

©️CJ