Anxietas
why do they choose to torment so
these thoughts that rattle to and fro
up from the dark and deep recesses
till top of mind and soul's depressed
whose itchy finger's on the trigger
who makes these moles seem so much bigger
a mountain made from one's own mind
a place that only each can find
where do they go when we project
these judgments that we think protect
the frightened child that lives within
the hell we've made in our own skin
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2015
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