Old Stuff


Old poem from last year:

These thoughts keep repeating.
My head starts shrieking,
Another migraine from clenched teeth.
My eyes are tired and worry some but I can’t rest.
Too many ideas wreaking havoc on my sensitive mind.
I can’t quite grasp what’s keeping me in this cycle.
Why so much pressure?
Why so much fear?
I don’t know. And every answer revealed is unclear.

This one is untitled:
Just when life is going so well, the panic ignites so something can go completely wrong.
I’m so tired of feeling exhausted of all of my emotions.
What do I do to cure these never ending fears?
Just breathe, I’m told.
Ha! Easier said than done, fools.
This anxious brain never gives up.
It breaks me down…piece by piece, until it reaches my core.


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