Anxiety
feels like a castastrophe
looming on the horizon
always there,
yet off in the distance,
always looming,
threatening,
weighing on you
very little relief
gathering again,
menacing again,
always there,
always present,
gathering turbulence
and looming, again
01-26-2011
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Anxiety | 1 | 01/26/2011 |
| Feelings inside | 1 | 01/25/2011 |
| ALONE AND SILENT | 1 | 01/23/2011 |
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