17th February 1997,
A Child was born,
A child who is yet to be,
As mysterious as it may seem this child found it impossible to understand,
This world ,
This society,
This life created yet slowly destroyed by man kind
Yet the strive to do better
The determination to be better
As anxiety rushes through the mind
out of control, taking control over the selfless soul ...
The Rush Of The Inevitable Fall.
Anastasija’Bogdanova
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Author:
Anastasija Bogdanova (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I often get anxiety on the train at work and just in day to day life, I found it hard to explain to people how it made me feel at times as I have no control over it and have been fighting it for a while , I started writing to try out into words how I feel and what’s on my mind hope you can relate, enjoy and hopefully if you suffer from anxiety you ain’t alone
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments2
A lovely piece of writing about a topic I personally identify with, keep up the good work!
A horrible condition not well understand. My wife suffers and the worse thing anyone can say is 'Pull yourself together' - it is a condition and if only you could you would. The only answers seem to be to grow out of it or to take appropriate medication - I wish you well.
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