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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