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.
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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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