lottierose

Uneased

My anxieties climb up the walls of my brain like weeds upon a vine. Flowers of regret, worry , bloom with each passing second creating a cascade of vibrant flowers. Deseivingly alluring but I’m not fooled , I see the thorns.

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  • hodgetiger

    Nicely done as ever, liked the thorns metaphor to close with.

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    lottie,

    cleverly pieced together poem creating vivid images to meld with the emotive atmosphere created,

    well crafted for sure.

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