Tag: anxious soul

poetry

Anxieties

Anxieties are fond of me, They make sure, To pay me visit, And always without knocking the door. They make me bite nails, Crawling inside me like snails. Just like an old trusted friend, They don’t leave me for a second. They have myriad shades, Some are lighter, others are darker in hue. My soul […]

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