A poem about anxiety
Hide and Seek
As I hide, you seek
I whisper “He will never find me”
He counts to ten: “One, two, three…”
I hold my mouth and dare not to speak
The silence, my friend
My breath is still
Soon my thoughts begin to run against my will
Is this what you intend?
For this game of hide and seek to never end?
Posted Oct 3, 2022, 2:09 AM UTC
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