Anxiety (Poem/Lyrics)

August 24, 2018

 

 

I haven't posted in a long time. I would like to but I've been busy with a bunch of different film related projects and also with my regular day job. Hopefully one day I can just focus 100% on screenwriting. 

 

Any sugar mommas out there looking for a younger guy? Ha, maybe I'll write a post about that. I do have a ton of blog post ideas I hope to get to soon.

 

Anyway, getting back on track. When I first started writing, as a young lad, I wrote a lot of poetry/lyrics. 99.9% of it was terrible. Trust me, I still have all my old stuff that I read every once in a while and it's bad. After my emo teenage years, I didn't continue following that creative path. I moved on to short stories, blog posts, and my true love, screenwriting.

 

Recently (within the last year) I started writing some new poetry just as another creative outlet that doesn't take months or years like screenwriting can.

 

Below I'm sharing one of those newer pieces. Is it great? Nah. Then again, I'm always my biggest critic. If you're a musician and want to use what I wrote for a song, message me. I'll probably let you have it for free, but we can talk about it.

 

The piece speaks for itself. 

 

I think my next blog post will be more humorous. I've been wanting to rant/ramble about dating/online dating.  Stay tuned for that.

 

Enjoy!

 

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It’s tightening, it’s gripe on me
Pressure against, my chest, so I can’t breathe
It’s an enemy, that I can’t see
Seeps from beneath, till I’m drownin

 

My anxiety, is getting the best of me
My anxiety, is getting the best of me
Everything’s black, start of the day
Ends, at best, in some varying shade of gray
My anxiety is getting the best of me

 

And I know it’s only a belief

That something invisible is after me
Can’t shake it loose, what’s a man to do
Doesn’t make it any less damaging knowing it’s happening to you, too

 

My anxiety, is getting the best of me
My anxiety, is getting the best of me
Everything’s black, start of the day
Ends, at best, in some varying shade of gray
My anxiety is getting the best of me

 

Can’t see, focus too blurry
Can’t talk, everyone’s in such a hurry
Trust me, I know it’s a waste of energy
Can’t move, invisible walls surrounding me

 

My anxiety, is getting the best of me
My anxiety, is getting the best of me
Everything’s black, start of the day
Ends, at best, in some varying shade of gray
My anxiety is getting the best of me

At ease, the stranglehold moves past
Enjoy this moment, while the moment lasts, while the moment last

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