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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1965575
Dark look at anxiety's grip
Holding dear to anxiety and fear
Held down by anchors of negative thoughts and future ills
Crying starts to make a sea of tears
Keeping them inside so no one hears
Feelings of no ability to control
Developing the darkest of a black hole deep within the soul
Focusing only on background thoughts
Stomach gets tied with a series of complex knots
Every ache and every pain
Slowing feeling of becoming insane
Trying to hide from them all
Hoping no one will see the eventual emotional downfall
Foreseeing a tag slowly appearing at the feet in the distance
Invisible demise setting up with persistence
Ink slowly appearing
Hopefulness disappearing
Holding on to the ache
As some don't believe, this cannot not be fake
Without the ability of letting go
Time in this darkness is going way to slow
It's now all that is to know
When will it be time to go........
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