From My Journals ‘anxiety’

From My Journals anxiety prose poem

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The moon awaits eagerly in the same
pedestal it ignited my passion.
What lips, my lips have kissed,
are long forgotten.

The memories easily
quickened as a few puddles along the way
I voluntarily stepped in.

What arms have lain
under my head till morning, have long withered
like the leaves tossed to and fro on an Autumn day.

Winter to come,
that tap and sigh of the cold wind moves me slowly
my heart stirs away in secretive emotions
I seek the solace,
on the same pedestal of that very moon.

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