Thursday, 1 September 2022

My closest friends

Today I'm feeling lonely.

'Least I got anxiety to hold me.

It's always been there for me,

I call it instinct but it's mostly fear 

Of a future that will never happen. 

The monsters in my head 

Have always been scarier 

Than the ones under my bed.


Then there's depression,

Sitting on my shoulders

Like a heavy mantle 

Of doom and gloom,

Ruining my posture.

Or like an itchy woven blanket 

Laying on my naked body 

On a sweaty summer day.

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