Anxiety
My heart like a green leaf drank deep of the sun
And was never satisfied, but ever in the wind dance
Like a schizophrenic child, hungry for more fun.
I yearn unending for fresh love and lintless romance
Something without dusk, and a chasm to groan
The anticipation of another dawn,
The longing for the comfort gone,
The emptiness outside the soul
Void of fleece, void of mythic gold
For everything I loved seemed always but a loan.
No voyage through the dripping wet of morning trees
To find the source of song with painstaking eye
Or shiver in the palm of a gentle gushing breeze
Can quite the desire so innate, appease or satisfy
Was it something steroid in my mother's blood
Or something in my ancestral spirit
That claim these fragments, sand spit
And bar, but cannot love them same
As the naked dances round the flame
Too shallow here silvern salt within the mud.
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