Anxiety 2.5

Falling down

Slipping in

Quicksand taking hold 

Unending blackness 

Eternal night 

No end in sight

Joy a foreign concept

Freedom to choose 

But all the choices lead here

Every turn is circular

No up, no out

The opaqueness is blinding

The silence is deafening

Never felt so alone 

As I wander I pray

Mumbling words

Silent prayers

Pleas for help




The night is never ending

Hoping for one ray

To penetrate my soul

Bring back my joy

My happiness 

My heart

Open me up

Let me out

Into the sun

I walk along

Never knowing

What went wrong


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