I know these words,

I know these feelings,

I know pain when I see it,

I know what an end is.




I fabricated ideas for myself.

Illusions, that created

nothing but confusion.

Lost in the depths of my mind.




My eyes sometimes forget

the inside of my eyelids.

Fearing, the darkness

they’re made to create.




My neck twists on schedule

afraid- unaware of who or what

lingers after my shadow

waiting to snatch it.



I never understood anxiety until now. It’s amazing how trauma can be eye opening.




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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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