This anxiety,
a fault in my thoughts,
an insidious tainting
of all the things
I've been taught,
a dark, ominous cloud
that enfolds me with intent,
killing me slowly
with every
lingering torment,
and I know,
deep inside,
that the fault lies with me,
yet to change
my way of thinking
is something that
won't happen
so easily.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
