Anxiety

6 feet under,

buried in a

casket of

expectations, theirs

and my own. Burried

under tonsof paper, suffocated by piles of notes, crushed

by the work I can not do. I wish

I could get out of that casket. But the earth is too dense.

The longer I stay

under the bigger that casket

gets, and although I

want to live my

life I cant get out of

that hole. I cant rise

above and beyond. It’s

so overwhelming

… it puts me 6 feet under.

 

A poem i wrote like 3 years ago. I was thinking about it this morning. Have you ever had that feeling that you have so much to do, that you cant even start? thats what it was about. that anxiety.