I am surrounded by glass
A shimmering, delicate surface
Walls curving up and around
Encasing me
I am surrounded by light
Reflecting prisms across my hands
Dancing with color and warmth
Blinding me
I am surrounded by crowds
Laughing and speaking words I can’t hear
Holding out a hand as I reach for them
Calling me
I am surrounded by fear
Gripping my heart like a vice
Squeezing till every breath becomes pain itself
Choking me
I am surrounded by darkness
A crushing weight that pulls me down
Making me fumble desperately for a reprieve
Deceiving me
I am surrounded by walls
That close in around me
As I beat at them
Screaming for a way out of this perverse pattern
Trying to reach outside
But somehow never making it past
This wretched bubble.
3 Comments
Nice work.
Wow! When anxiety meets visuals, and those visuals find words. Such a vivid piece!
Bismillah
Subhanallah
Wow this piece is of an anxiety filled person who on the inside wants freedom but on the outside can’t handle being around people or coming near people. Funny this is me and everything an autistic man understands