The anger closes in,
Like a thick blanket,
Ten degrees too thick.
My worldview is narrowed,
The blanket weighs me down.
Heat is rising at a rapid pace,
And my thoughts become colder.
The blanket is now
chaining me down,
And I feel useless.
I want to help another,
But I cannot help their case.
It violently tears me open
To be unable to help them.
And as I think further,
The blanket grows thicker,
And tighter.
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 10:24 PM UTC
The anger closes in,
Like a thick blanket,
Ten degrees too thick.
My worldview is narrowed,
The blanket weighs me down.
Heat is rising at a rapid pace,
And my thoughts become colder.
The blanket is now
chaining me down,
And I feel useless.
I want to help another,
But I cannot help their case.
It violently tears me open
To be unable to help them.
And as I think further,
The blanket grows thicker,
And tighter.
It’s hot under my blankets. Ugh I feel like **** when this kinda thing happens, but I can always try my best.
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