Lost at Sea

Trying hard not to find our emotions.
Blowing a numb wind to get us through the motions.
A stranded rowboat swallowed by the oceans.
Too weary to survive through any more anxiety and commotions.

When you’re depended on,
on do you depend?
The struggle of a man,
pulling within.

Neverend.

A poem about anxiety.

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