Date Written: 06 May 2024
A wall to my back this anxiety is numbing
It presses and presses, becoming all my focus
It doesn’t move up or down for my comfort,
It just stays pressed against my shoulder blades
and the beginning of the back of my neck
My eyes wander and my hands hover
I pivot and turn around but there is nothing to be found
This wall to my back is unnerving but no one sees this wall
I cannot see this wall
But I feel it pressing and pressing
and my eyes wander for help
and my eyes twitch and sweat
But nothing is found to be wrong
But I feel wrong
I am alerted to a danger that is not here
But sitting at a desk for hours on end
Has fried my brain and made my mind bend