to live
every day
in morbid dread
sharp cold spikes
driven deep into
the chest
anxiety
conditioned,
learned, pressed
screams
in my head,
and yet
remains unsaid
YOU ARE READING
Anxiety
PoetryAnxiety is not a joke. This is based on Anxiety, some poems and what not. So, enjoy. Some of these aren't mine, the owners get the credit. (Most came off this website; http://hellopoetry.com with the Anxiety hash-tag) I am using other people's poem...
