Anxiety
I have a reoccurring thought
Which I once almost forgot
but fills a dark, encasing slot
In my tormented, gasping core
Behind a rotted, wooden door
Where all hope has lost its hinge
And the thoughts all break and binge
It’s a reoccurring dream
Where I close what makes this scene
Just a thought of faint pretend
Marks the beginning and the end
Over meager means of fright
In the daytime, or in night
I hide a darkness filled with fear
Trapped and hollow: insincere
A growing shadow in my mind
In a place too rough to find
Where all faith is bleak and blind
I have a reoccurring thought
Which my heart has not forgot
And lies on every single breath
Every morning until death
And the thought will never thin
In the end, it will but begin
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