It looms
And yet I refuse
To lose
This fight
To it.
It advances
And I stand firm
In resolve
To showdown
This bully.
It begins
Its acrid attack
And my lungs seize
But my will pleads
For my strength
To be enough
To endure
Yet another
Panic attack
And thus
Come out
The victor.
It may come
And come again,
But I will be here
'Til the end
To show it
I may not be immune
But I am not afraid.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
It looms
And yet I refuse
To lose
This fight
To it.
It advances
And I stand firm
In resolve
To showdown
This bully.
It begins
Its acrid attack
And my lungs seize
But my will pleads
For my strength
To be enough
To endure
Yet another
Panic attack
And thus
Come out
The victor.
It may come
And come again,
But I will be here
'Til the end
To show it
I may not be immune
But I am not afraid.
