th

I get a knot,

In the pit of my stomach,

When I become afraid,

 

Of the real,

Or imagined,

 

Even when the

Real angst

Is meaningless.

 

Those senses,

Imaginings,

So close,

And not

So far

Apart,

From each other,

Dictate how I feel,

And act.

That’s what makes

It so

Frightening.

 

 

Thanks Beaconblog for pic.

 

 

 

 

 

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