Her Incubus of Control
These times of cringing discomfort contort my patience and test my love.
I descend and ascend upon baring the tears of bitterness.
The blackening innocence protrude rough edges of anxiety to which twinge and turn in the face of questions.
Pain like panic screams and cries around this frustration. Anxiety burns through this person consuming them with struggling hopelessness.
Copyright © Matthew Robison | Year Posted 2008
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