Tasting Anxiety 

Napowrimo, Day 27 and the prompt is to write a poem that incorporates taste. I’ve done my own twist on this.

Tasting Anxiety

It’s a bitter pill,

I taste.

It sticks to my tongue,

Like a blanket of disappoint,

It lodges in my throat,

Restricting my airways.

I can’t breathe!

It’s vile flavour,

Coats my mouth,

Refusing to absorb,

Defiantly it grips me,

Making my nerves fray,

My mind rush,

My heart chase,

It leaves a black cloud,

Hovering over my head.

But you can’t see it,

Feel it or taste it.

It’s my pill to take.

I have no choice,

Take it I must.

By Katie Haigh

copyright@K.Haigh 27/04/17
Photo/ Quote by Katie Haigh



2 Comments Add yours

  1. This is a great description of living with anxiety and a creative response to the prompt.

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