Clouded Vision.

Response to an article on anxiety.


Coils of smoke

from greying ashes 

swirl about my heels,

 

they pull me down

to shadowed spaces,

tearing at my mind.

 

Will no one take

my flailing hand,

 

prise apart those

fingers clenched,

place light 

upon my palm?

© sweetwater 2021
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Omecronon12

Beautiful piece. Very well worded and carefully so. Like I wrote in another comment you have some talent I think. You can even become a writer lol 😉

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