Ode to My Anxiety

Oh this dreaded anxiety is starting to kill me
On the one hand itís very clear the path I can see
A new life to be found, new path to destiny
But though I try to struggle and plea
Thereís always some consequence, some Ill fee
For nothing good will ever come for free
From the highest of mountains to the deepest of seas
Without a care to the amount of good deeds
Iím always punished like a bad seed
By the haughtiest of people swallowed by greed
Who cannot and will not ever fulfill my need
Though I know my wants are very different indeed
I want to fast track it all and to gain speed
For my soul and itís longings to well be freed
Of the dreariness I have long penned and keyed
So now as I embark on a different path to succeed
I can only hope my anxiety isnít two fold for me
Written by Misfitpoet89
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0 reading list entries 0
comments 0 reads 120
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
Today 5:28am by MalcolmJThePoet
Today 2:37am by slipalong
Today 1:00am by Phantom2426
17th June 2021 00:59am by Phantom2426
17th June 2021 00:57am by Phantom2426
17th June 2021 00:30am by Ahavati