Anxiety knocks my door,
Yet again smothered,
My pretense of strength falls futile,

Readdressing the same concerns,
Obsessing over past failures,
Ruminating the bitter experiences,

Unable to emulate the heydays,
Oftentimes suffering has no agenda,
But to make us grieve,

The murky days have arrived,
Despair fills up my heart,
Will I ever get past,
This impending doom..


© cacti