An Expression of Depressive Anxiety

The best of who I am is left unspared.

The quiet force around me shifts and shakes

Until my mind buckles, fractured. I’m scared

Of who I have become amid the quakes.

The thought of giving up is the lone thought,

The will to live a distant memory.

Look now at all the damage it has wrought

At all the hope that this life bleeds from me!

In great despair, I hang my head

Would that I be somewhere and dead

This life for me over and done

As something wicked this way comes.


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