This anxiety is depressing
This anxiety has my mind always tweaking,
Bottled up energy about to blow my beacon,
Shattered with everything I am always seeking,
Raddled with misery with the fear that is leaking.
Time slowly seizing
Motions always wheezing
Coasting and never feeling
Roasting and always freezing
Fleeing but never leaving
Copyright © Michael Mifflin | Year Posted 2019
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