I would depict my consciousness
As a smaller version of me
Sitting behind my eyes’ lenses
Observing everything they see
I would depict my anxiety
As a grey and monstrous storm
Lying dormant in the shadows
Until something upsets the norm
Then with lightening in its veins
And gangling long appendages
It wraps up my consciousness
In inescapable clenched fists
While holding onto my eyelids
Trying to ride out the hurricane
My mind loses grip and surrenders
To the malevolent downpour of rain
In the tenebrous posterior of my skull
Though it attempts to struggle and shout
My mind cannot make my body move
Or get any words to come out
My thousand yard stare is internal
Not the distance I set my gaze
But how far my consciousness is dragged
From its seat behind my face
SWD 03/2018
Updated 08/2019
Lovely theme, plot and tone. Amazingly written.
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