![]() AnxietyA Poem by Gaia Octavia
Poisoned whispers
circling around like invisible thorns with which I am crowned Thoughts course through my veins like some twisted addiction when I lose myself to this unseen affliction No one can see these worries I'm facing or how much I'm run-down when my mind can't stop racing A sickness inside rotting me from my core with nowhere to hide it's too much to ignore A well-laid trap that forever ensnares 'cause wherever I go I am always right there © 2016 Gaia Octavia |
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