The Start

A single point, one event,

the start now has me spent,

one noise,

no choice,

flash of lightning,

thunder claps,

in my brain the rock falls,

picking up speed,

down anxiety hill,

at the bottom, rock fragments lay,

after the farewell to the break of day,

if I reach the bottom,

broken I will lay,

driven insane, by the anxiety each day.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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