Anxiety of a posy

I spent my years of sanity

On thought to be usefull things,

But now I find  myself up to my neck in anxiety

 

So I follow every dream thats chased

With a debt filled curl around my waist

 

For mistakes of a flower are the only words i know

And  I plow hated thoughts into the garden of my soul

 

My brain is a mesh of colors and thoughts

That flew from the petals torn apart,

And I can never decide if I like it that way or not

 

The flowers quiver

With the anxeity

Thats shrewdly delivered

 

And  as if the path is narrow

I’ve learned to walk tight straight

 

But my arms reach amongst the outer edges

To grasp the blosoms touched by none

And in this moment i realize the hard has already begun.

This poem is about: 
Me

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