What Used To Help
The strategies that worked just a week ago.
Now are unhelpful as my fear decides to flow.
And so do my thoughts which are no longer churning out reality.
Just a while back- music would spur normality.
But now the notes haunt me, like laughter that evolves.
From friendly laughter, to crowing crowds that refuse to absolve.
The ways I studied in order to cope.
Are now ineffective as my mind is sloped.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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