quicksand

it’s becoming apparent

that anxiety has manifested.

heart pounding against ribs,

hearing every beat,

clouded with thoughts,

crying on my bed, sobs.

 

somebody, anybody

pull me up, help me

i cry into the lonely scenery

as i sink into this pit of self pity.

 

i know i know 나도 알어

it’s not healthy at all.

how to suppress it all

when the quick sand slowly

devours my sanity.

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free hugs

Those unshed tears hold unspoken words.

I know, I understand,

and I won’t speak a word about it.

Instead, let me hold you, hug you, heal you.

All you need is

love, hope and a being.


here’s a midweek virtual hug