anxiety – The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton

Joey

Joey couldn’t hear himself

thinking or speaking

Over the concert goers

or screaming guitars

So he walked outside & sat in his car

He loved the music but it was way too loud

& he was never one anyway to do well in crowds

By:J.N.R Dutton

Talking, nervously,

Hoping everything comes out coherently

and that he won’t come off as a stuttering freak

He doesn’t know why his nerves make it hard to speak

By:J.N.R Dutton

1977, a plane was going down,

Headed like a wrecking ball

for the Mississippi ground

Several musicians in their prime

Doing everything they could to get out of it alive

I wasn’t even born yet,

but I’ve heard about it enough times

Things like that tend to haunt the mind,

I found it absolutely terrifying

It is one of the prime reasons for my own fear of flying

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Amy felt like she was dancing

On a razor’s edge,

or on some high wire without a net

Felt like she’d lost a really bad bet

and that one misstep was all she’d get

Before she plummeted

By:J.N.R Dutton