AnxietyA Poem by CheyenneMy constant torturer. Lurking just out of reach, Feeding off every negative thought. Choking me with my own words. I pray for a breath, A breath without pain. I bow down to you in fear. This is no longer my body. Who is that creature staring back? Sunken cheeks and dark eyes. Eyes of something no longer living. Slowly dying, wasting away.
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