anxiety

A Poem by phiaxann

Silence echoes through this empty room

I sit, I ponder

Why do I have a weight on my shoulders?

It pulls me deep under the rush

And I can’t even reveal the face

Stinging feelings and a deep ache

Make an unwelcome appearance

On a cold Friday evening

When I cannot find comfort

I sink further under the flow

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Added on December 9, 2018
Last Updated on December 9, 2018

I like to write what I feel so I don't irritate my friends with my boring problems. more..

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