Disastrous thoughts collide within me
to face it head-on or bury it
a thistle of thorns, my cloud
My happiness, taken by an awful feeling
shrouded in gloom, it picks
Dreaded doom, it flowers
It's anxiety's trick and power
terrorizing my peace of mind
Thoughts of a dangerous nature threaten
My soul huddles against it
It's unnatural how homey the dark feels
honesties glare burns
hideous understanding
I am the devil of my own making
crisis of faith turns me mute
With nothing to answer against it
The bleak prevails, and I shrink down deeper
Rated for ADULT(18+)
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Summary:
anxiety
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Its great, Brenda.
thank you graciously dearest Adagio 💕
mmmn, you sent the darkest shivers down my spine – and I loved the feeling of it all! harriet-jacqui furl x
thank you most graciouisly lovely poetess 💕
Sadly relatable. You’re not alone in the dark, lovely xx.
thank you beautiful Indie hugs 💕
Powerful work. Vivid and sharp.
thank you graciously dearest Thomas 💕
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Such vivid imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearest Damian 💕