Chaotic thought,
Buffets my mind.
I fear I’m caught,
In a mental bind.
–
Been here before,
And know what to do.
But motivations sore,
My inspiration flew.
–
Creeping toward,
Melancholy’s trap.
Where my reward,
Is anxiety’s flap.
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All I can do,
Is patiently wait.
For cheer to brew,
And not be too late!
LauraElizaHaynes 