Apr 2018
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.
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.
