Distress
written by: Anamika Sharma
My throat is tight, constricted, bound,
Like daggers of iron pressing down.
And suddenly, the world goes blur—
Oh, it’s the water in my eyes.
“Breathe—breathe—breathe,” I whisper low,
But my body shakes, I lose control.
Fist clenched tight, strands torn away,
Yet I feel nothing—just empty space.
I bang my head against the wall,
Hoping pain might make me feel at all.
But silence lingers, cold and deep—
And all I want is endless sleep.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Each poem is a mirror — some will see their reflection, others will see their ghosts.
Anamika Sharma weaves poetry from the raw threads of emotion, crafting verses that echo pain, healing, and self-discovery. Through words, she finds solace in chaos and beauty in vulnerability.
