anxietyA Poem by phiaxannthoughts from after a panic attackSilence 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 © 2018 phiaxann |
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Added on December 9, 2018 Last Updated on December 9, 2018 AuthorphiaxannYork, PAAboutI like to write what I feel so I don't irritate my friends with my boring problems. more..Writing
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