Oh darling
I'm so frightened
The oxygen has escaped my lungs
This happens quite often
Daily as you know
You used to hold me
Kiss away the mind-numbing
Chill-spurring
Fear-thriving
Thoughts
But now all I have left
Are frigid, disgruntled sheets
And the memory of you
The day you walked away...
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Anxiety
PoetryAnxiety is hard; I decided to write this 5 years ago and I rarely update. I come back to read what I had as this description, "there is no escape." I lied, there is an escape. I don't know how to feel to about this book anymore but most seem to enjo...
