Driving in circles on the road and in my mind,
Seems a monotonous forced upon pastime,
Every time I try to break free the routine,
Procrastination prevents me discovering unseen,
I learn a new lesson each day that I store in the brain bank,
I only wish I could reach higher due this intelligence rank,
I need a life coach to carry me cross finish line of success,
For I fear left to my own devices I'll recline and regress,
I'm also scared my frustration may result in an eruption,
One so strong it will remove all assumption,
That my critics were correct labelling me a blight on society,
When I really only want a world fuelled by love and piety.
Farls Tokley
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Anxiety Society
PoetryIn this collection of poems I talk about depression, dealing with condescending people and society's attitudes in general. Writing creates the catharsis I need in dealing with these woes. Oh woe's me, no one reads my poetry, should I give up throw a...
