My life is a catacomb where potential wastes away.
Whispers of fear and doubt, I believe what they say.
A place where the sun doesn’t reach and we never met,
Any glimmer of hope is to be put out like a cigarette.
Here lies my future which once held everything,
Until I gave Anxiety a diamond ring.
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PoeticBiscuit (
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Wow you express in such creative metaphors and similes all so poetic and wonderful to read of and though many feel the same yet not everyone can express so superbly. I love to use the word catacomb in my poems. Kudos.
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The crowd went wild, well in my head! You are outstandingly spot on my friend together will take on that anxiety and put the diamond back into earths bed!
I truly hope you are well my friend?
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