Anxious
Anxiety Anxiety Feels like cyanide A slow burn A slow poisoning of my life Locks me in a cage Throws away the key Anxiety Just wants to poison me
smolgeir
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Anxiety Anxiety Feels like cyanide A slow burn A slow poisoning of my life Locks me in a cage Throws away the key Anxiety Just wants to poison me
Anxiety is the whole subject here, and the speaker doesn't treat it as a passing worry. They describe it as something that actively harms them. The poem opens by repeating the word "Anxiety" twice, almost like a person naming an enemy they can't stop thinking about.
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