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Anxiety Playground
January 23, 2016
My mind is my graveyard
My thoughts are my coffin
Lifeless and cold, but never forgotten
I spend my nights pondering, solemnly wandering
Through my graveyard a seat to my offering
Alas I am alone, on my grave where I sit, my eyes at the sky, I am scared I admit
More coffins are added, I think of this place
As a room to myself and not a discrace
My mind is a graveyard for my heartless thoughts
© Chris C., Pequannock, NJ
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At the time this was written, I was going through a very rough time with my anxiety and I kept wondering what my mind would look like if it was a thing. And it was clear, a Graveyard.