Fear and Anxiety

I dredge upon the soul
And bask in the mire.
I pour out the years
And sweep up the ire.

I tear out a hole
And string up my lyre.
I drink up your tears
And burn up the pyre.

I haunt in the forest
And darken your dreams.
I break into pieces
And slip through the seams.

I begin to infest
And chew through the beams.
I make all the creases
And rip out the reams. 

 

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3 comments

    1. I’m actually trying to write right now, lol. I’ve been meaning to work on it for months, but got a bit stuck on the plot. I know where I want to go, just not quite sure how to get there at the moment. It makes me super happy that you asked, though!

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