Things Unsaid(Pantoum Challenge)
Things so many left unsaid
whirlwind anxiety inside my head
like a curse depression sits in my chest
never does it give me any rest.
Whirlwind anxiety, inside my head
In the eye of the storm I'm caught in
why is everything I do a sin
things, so many left unsaid.
In the eye of the storm, I'm caught in
like a curse, depression sits in my chest,
never can I do right by you
that only adds to my melancholy blue.
Like a curse; depression, sits in my chest,
Never does it give any rest,
things that were, things that are, things that haven't yet happened
These are the crowded thoughts in my head overlapping.
NEVER! Does it give any rest,
like a curse, depression sits in my chest
with whirlwind anxiety inside my head
and things, so many, left unsaid.
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2020-01-17 at 06:20
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