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Some days my anxiety is ruthless
The truth is it can be a real nuisance
I ceaselessly seek sun because
If the clouds roll in I’m useless
I used to see the beauty in the gray covering the blue
And so I know no one would choose this
I’m up all night. 
Can’t sleep, but at least I can still write
scrawling words helps me fight 
this crippling feeling
letting me see myself
When I’m blind to the healing
Like peering through a smoky curtain
Slowly emerging a more certain person
Seeking purpose in these self-spoken sermons
When my impermanence seems so predetermined
Poems become my potions
When an internet of notions
Are my most toxic e-motions
Scrolling through oceans of foreboding omens
So fast the past is approaching
I feel my memories eroding
Like any moment I could explode
And somehow I know
I’ll be blasting apart like a spark when I pass
Please let this stop
Is that too much to ask?
I’m trying to breath to help me relax
But this bed feels like a casket
And the tears are turning to acid
I’m a prisoner to my mind
and I cry every time I think about time
Every second that ticks by
adding to the space between you and I
It never helps but I can’t stop asking why
the stoics would say why not
I’m glad this is happening to me
because at least I have this capacity
this ability to preach my peace
to speak so I can see
My pain is a train
and it brings me to each heart caught out in the rain
we need this so we can relate
when this feeling has no name
when all meaning falls away
at least we have each other
and I’ll take that any day

Anxiety - Spoken Word Poem by Brendan Grant

Not Alone - Spoken Word Poem By Brendan Grant

Using an instrumental track from Epidemic Sound, I recorded a vocal part to go with it. Enjoy!

Lyrics:

Fire pit sparks
Twisting my heart
Breaking apart
Place it all on my sleeve

Airglow in June
Fireflies swoon
Morning comes-to
Sun dries the dew
Oh, so 
Oh, so many things to do

Riding our bikes
Going on hikes
Eating water ice
Oh, where has all the time gone?
Where has all the time gone?

Oh, your pretty face
Oh, your pretty ways
Oh, your pretty face
Yeah you drive me crazy

Fire pit sparks
Twisting my heart
Breaking apart
Place it all on my sleeve

Airglow in June
Fireflies swoon
Morning comes-to
Sun dries the dew
Oh, so 
Oh, so many things to do

Hey, hey Summer (x8)

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