
Heightened anxiety
spins the brain.
Its like a pot being
thrown
by a drunk.
My shape
and my form
I try hard to maintain,
Cos I know
If I can’t
I am sunk.

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August 3, 2013 at 6:54 pm
Wow.. Love this and the pictures. That whirlwind picture was me at one time… Thanks for sharing.
August 3, 2013 at 8:09 pm
thank you – I always appreciate feedback – glad that picture is no longer you 🙂
August 11, 2013 at 4:38 pm
excellent poem, nice form, nice flow and great honesty. I admire the poet for this piece *(nicely done) kind regards from Baldy 🙂
August 11, 2013 at 4:44 pm
thanks that means a lot
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October 25, 2016 at 8:56 pm
Great post.
October 25, 2016 at 8:58 pm
Thank you 😊