Anxiety.'-

Your breathing shallow,
heart thudding, chest tightening with
it's hand around your throat.
Panic prone.
Lord of nothing, Queen of none,
thoughts are running away like a load gun,
bullets fly, and ashes fall, and away goes your sanity.
away with it all.
And for a moment you see heavens doors,
when the breath has left you, reaking solid on the floor,
and just when you think you'll stay good and dead this time, His hand pulls you up, brings you back for another try.

Ever and Always.. Eli.

I really like this poem, a super huge lot amount but... something about it bothers me =\ I dont know, its written in such a mysterious like way that I cant really grasp the entire idea or something... but thats alright ^__^ Its very nice, sweetie.