Anxiety

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Black Satin

Black Satin
Clouds of fascism, blocking out the light of diversity
Sheets of rain drowning...

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“You can’t see the wood for...

“You can’t see the wood for the trees”

She told me she was an ugly sight as she hid her face from me
But as she spoke her words were...

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I wish I had a crystal ball

I wish I had a crystal ball

What a world of chaotic confusion
now we have this Coronavirus keeping people in seclusion
...

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Whispers

Whispers

I have a little person, it’s one you cannot see
He sits inside my mind, and he only talks to me...

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A Noggin in knots

A Noggin in knots

Overthinking thoughts
Magnifying muddlements
One’s noggin is in knots
Baffled in...

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Seen Through Their Eyes

My father and his wife
Visited my apartment where
I live alone.
Having lived abroad...

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Meeting Anxiety

Anxiety came and sat down next to me
At first, I didn't recognise their face!
An...

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She worries about worriment

She worries about worriment

She is a worrier about worriment as she worries everyday
Her anxieties of agonising apprehension is...

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Fear

There's something I want to say
About the fear I feel inside
It comes over all of a sudden...

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How do I live?

Unlearning a whole personality trait.

How do I live?

How to unlearn snooze buttons?
How to unteach negative mindsets?
How to stop thinking...

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Powered out

Powered out

My mind is like a cage
Filled with thoughts
Overthinking
Every thought
In my...

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fate

fate

I’m surrounded by people
Only I feel so alone
A world where my thoughts overtake
Every...

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My wonderful lullaby-not!!

My wonderful lullaby-not!!

I lie in my bed each and every night willing sleep to take me on a slumbersome delight but tho I close my...

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It’s Victim

It’s Victim

It’s something that possesses you
Destroys your heart
Kills your soul
It takes you...

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It’s Thursday

It’s Thursday

It’s Thursday,
It’s morning
And it’s throng;
It’s eyes,
Redundancy
And...

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The Lamentations of a prisoner

Thought from prison yard

The Lamentations of a prisoner

Poet: Steve Anc

Up into the sky, I hanker to stare
All the little stars, I could feel...