Tristan Robert Lange

Atavistic Apprehension

Sorrowful seas well up within my eyes
As I sit in a state of solitary suspension.
Uncertain about which forsaken way
This winding, crooked alleyway leads.
 
Claustrophobic suffocating gasps
Rasp out in a torrent of violent heaves
That cause rapid tremors of agony
In the cavernous regions of my mind.
 
thum-thump
                       thum-thump
                                             thum-thump                
thum-thump
                      thum-thump 
                                             thum-thump   
thum-thump thum-thump thum-thump
thum-thump thum-thump thum-thump
 
My organ of blood beats quickened
As the terror rises up within my soul.
How did this dreadful fear get within me?
How did this anxious antipathy invade?
 

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