Category : Poems

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Dust to dust we all must come to a end.
Four corners of these four walls staring hard trying to break loose of this anxiety that has a spell over my every move .Stuck I am ..lazy I'm not ..misread by everyone.. Panic is deep 
It reaks of insanity in this house ..quiet as a mouse, I hear what no one sees ..crazy I may be ..can't let the light of day get in my way..must stay put...anxiety has got a hold on me.. controlled ,broken ,out of touch ,,out of energy ,,no more fight left within me.