Writing down my woes
Writing down my prose
Writing everything I need to close
Watching out the window as the raven crows
Ignoring the negativity from my foes
Anxiety, PTSD, and Depression are not what I chose
Right now everything blows
As I'm hitting those days of lows
Heart beating fast and heavy
Here I am waiting for the levy
Everything becoming wavy
As I head down to the davy
Might be acting crazy
At least it's not lazy
Yet everything becomes hazy
Might as well call Dick Tracy
Lost myself in the Documentary of Buthelezi
Everything is worse
Feeling like everything is a curse
Where it comes to the hurse
The threat of the Plight of Society
Amplifies my Anxiety
©2021 By M. Robbins
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