I was sick of being wasted
So I gave up booze
And took up tea,
But that turned out no good
For my anxiety;
Besides, I’ve never really
Been able to sleep;
That is why I took
An antihistamine,
Which was supposed
To provide sleep pristine,
But awoke my legs
In a goddamn race—
Quite displaced—
Yet, despite all of these
Crazy issues I’ve faced,
In all of the various ways,
Nothing makes me more
Sick
Than all
Of me,
Of my time,
Of my efforts,
Of my self
And my soul
Being wasted
By the likes of
You.
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Deep seated anxieties are not the easiest things to deal with, they spill over into every area of our day and night🙏🏻🕊
Indeed, no doubt! Thank you so much for reading and for your thoughts, my friend! Always appreciated! 🙏🖤🐦⬛
You’re most welcome 🙏🏻 🕊
Powerful work. I've been sober over 2 years now, I wuldn't trade it for anything.
Rock on, Thomas! Close to a year and a half for me...me either! I do not miss alcohol one bit. Thank you so much for reading and for sharing. Much appreciated! 🙏🐦⬛🖤
Engrained fears and anxieties bleed into every aspect of our daily life, feel some pain, torment and anger in this write, nicely expressed and written
Indeed. Thank you, Tobani, for your time and thoughts. Much appreciated, my friend! 🙏🐦⬛🖤
You are very welcome
As the reader I won't take that personal lol. A write of the lengths we go to to calm ourselves and the uselessness in leu of the stress we face, be it work, society, traffic, or the one we live with. Wishing you a good night's rest my friend. A heart felt write.
🤣 Indeed, Thank you my friend for your humor and your astute analysis. Much appreciated. You too! 🖤🙏🐦⬛
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