Quivers
My hands are quivering But not in anexiety, nor rage, But in a broken dream; A midnight's wanderings. Ripped apart by dawn's early light Trampled by my incompetence And ruined by you , my foe; A high…
anexiety is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 2 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees anexiety in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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