Panic stifles, suffocates.
My throat feels dry; a clump,
that brings disquiet in,
sticks there like a hull, a twig,
and moves its sharper edges
along my trembling soft insides.
"Get out!"
I would scream,
"Get out, worries and my fears.
Remain, serene feeling."
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 7:56 AM UTC
Panic stifles, suffocates.
My throat feels dry; a clump,
that brings disquiet in,
sticks there like a hull, a twig,
and moves its sharper edges
along my trembling soft insides.
"Get out!"
I would scream,
"Get out, worries and my fears.
Remain, serene feeling."
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