Surface

On water, by the sea of waves
Surfs my anxiety through the net

Unwelcome thoughts are not the saves
It will cost my temper and all I bet

In days, by the pandemic with fears
Swims my worries, deep down
Under surface, there’re hidden tears
As long as it stays, my mind will drown

Two thoughts, by a single brain
Floats apart and drifts away
Every day, a struggle of strain
To find a healing soul to stay

Along the coast, by a broken heart
Flying my torpedoes under the skin
In my veins, there’s a bloody start

At a moment, the anxiety sets to spin

© Björn Blomqvist 2021-02-04

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Björn Blomqvist

Published Poet with B.A. In Art History and B.A. in History too. Blogs about Art and Culture encounters, art analysis and about history and trevels. Still writing on my first novel and meanwhile a lot of Poetry. Some kind of Word Artist...

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