Just a bit of fun.
Again, no idea
where it came from.
~L.~
The well of anxiety is gnawing on fresh bones
and, like the stink of sewage,
discomfort drifts it's way to the surface,
it is a euphoria of despair,
contradictory, yet
true happiness is only when I'm there,
perpetual darkness, for you,
gives an uncomfortable fright,
but the black, for me,
is my calming, guiding light.
.....Dark anxiety is stress's task manager.
11/01/09
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2009-01-13 at 04:33
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Again, no idea
where it came from.
~L.~
Stress's Task Manager
The well of anxiety is gnawing on fresh bones
and, like the stink of sewage,
discomfort drifts it's way to the surface,
it is a euphoria of despair,
contradictory, yet
true happiness is only when I'm there,
perpetual darkness, for you,
gives an uncomfortable fright,
but the black, for me,
is my calming, guiding light.
.....Dark anxiety is stress's task manager.
11/01/09
Poetry by liz munro
Read 443 times
Written on 2009-01-13 at 04:33
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