Scared that I've been given too much to do,
Scared that I'm gonna let people down,
Scared my mental health can't handle things.
I love people for wanting to include me,
But now I'm worried that I'll fail.
So worry returns to haunt,
Thoughts of rivulets of searing red,
Running from flesh to drip into oblivion...
Too much to think of,
Too much to savour,
Too much to hold and let slip away.
Hands that won't hold.
Legs that won't move.
A racing pounding heart,
Pain as movement is tried.
Searing pain when trying to stand.
Yet
Blood pressure "normal"
Blood O2 level "fine"
Pulse "Racing"
Breath sounds "okay"
I'M NOT IMAGINING THE PAIN!!!
It's there and it bloody hurts.
I'm scared
Will no-one listen?
Will no-one believe me?
I'm scared...
• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
