Ripple.

Ripple, a poem about anxiety.

Sweet allure: a little poem i wrote about anxiety called ripple
I am stood at the mouth of a river.
Watching the water ebb and flow.
I can see the streams splitting, dividing, forever.
Like thoughts that endlessly grow.

You close your eyes, maybe then you can stop what you see.
However you know this is hopeless, you plea, set me free.

I am stood at the mouth of a river.
It’s web spreading like a spider web in a tree.
I look down at my reflection, like a mirror.
But all you can see is the surface, the exterior I call me.

My mind is a map of riddles.
They like to confuse, torture and exhaust me.
My mind is a river that ripples.
When the stone is dropped, called Anxiety.

03.04.2017.
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