Strife


My anxiety starts to crawl
out from deep within my soul,
within its depths starts to burn and cauterizes my insides.

Such strife,
it strip’s away at my life.
Slowly I chip away,
My clay slowly dry up as,
I wonder off the beaten path,
when I meet myself along the way.
A reflection of my past
and my unforgettable experiences.

I a deep thinker
sat awhile to drown in my life,
in my strife I find breath
and lacking none in creativity.

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