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Darkness came visiting last night Singing a serenade so lovely That my heart wept He invited me on a date To all the places I’ve always dreamt of going He said we would cruise the land of Àrán* And feast with the Ìlọfà* Together we would dance to the beats of Gángan* And swish our...
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I need the crowd My demons are crowd-shy But I’m all alone So they are here again The demon in my dreams We sleep together at night The light chases them away But lately they’ve become bolder   Oh the walls of my room Why have you forsaken me? The demons have made you their...
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From the edge of Denial It is over I am not doing fine I am tired of hiding behind fake smiles I can’t keep living this way This is not right, it is not normal, And most importantly, it is not my fault, I have wished and I have prayed, I have cried and I...
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Anxiety… It is the world, coming fast at me. I can feel it closing in on me, My breath is stuck in my throat, It has struck my skull to numbness while my heart pounds away in my ears   Anxiety could be a friend that cripples you It sucks your breath and makes you feel as if you’re drowning. Your chest tightens and your hands becomes extremely sweaty. Life spirals all around you and you feel you’re going under. It’s that friend that seeks to take you under.   The world turns around in a dark canvas. A picture of all his demons painted before him. In these times, fear grips him and causes his chest to tighten. In these times, his knees starts shaking desiring to escape from his demons. Not knowing that his real demon is anxiety and it seeks his soul.   Even when things are going well I can feel my anxiety I feel it in the silence That comes after laughing out loud. I hear it on days You sleep off without sending a “love you text” My anxiety doesn’t make sense and I… …I can’t finish this poem Because my anxiety has turned My pen into a siren of insecurities.   I’m in an unhealthy relationship with my prison guard He caged me in a box and I can see the keys, but he won’t let me out And even if sometimes, he’s the only friend I can talk to My anxiety is my parasitic lover, he cannot help me.   Sweaty palms, doubled heartbeats. Red eyes, blushed cheeks. It was happening again and I sank deeply, Thinking of my buts, and ifs and maybes, I saw the question as he looked my way So I answered… I whispered. Love can’t take the anxiety away.   Anxiety could become...
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After my diagnosis I told my mother I was depressed, And she said: baby, it’s just the blues, Just like every song has an ending, This one would waltz right through. It’s been three years- I’m still “blue”. I told my father I was depressed, And watched the tears stream down his cheeks, With a heart...
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It is a poison inside of me Slowly, steadily consuming me It is this, this thing eating at me That has it hands clutching at me Its tethers deep in the heart of me Pushing life slowly out of me It is inside of me and surrounding me Gnawing at the essence and fabric of...
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