Anxiety.

Shall I tell you all the things in my head?

There are so many.

And yet, this blackness class at me,

Tearing away my quiet, my peace, my pensive moments.

It swallows me up, as if I were disappearing into a large, deep, damp well.

The anxiety swells around me,

It bubbles up and threatens to consume me.

I try to hold fast to the rope of the reality of life.
But instead I quake

And then I crumble.

20th December 2013

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