It is a fog that never leaves,
It is a never ending breeze,
It cripples, attacks, destroys
And grasps.
Much like an earthquake,
It shakes my world
Leaves it desolate
Isolated
And
FEARFUL.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
It is a fog that never leaves,
It is a never ending breeze,
It cripples, attacks, destroys
And grasps.
Much like an earthquake,
It shakes my world
Leaves it desolate
Isolated
And
FEARFUL.
A poem that outlines the fears and difficulties of having anxiety.
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