It makes you want to run from everything.
It seems easier to bottle it all up until the downpour
Of emotion and floods of tears.
You take breathing for granted before they happen
Waves of worry
Waves of grief
Waves of overwhelming fear
Panic.
You consume me. Every inch of my mind.
You take me down like I’ll never come up.
Until I rise. Beaten but breathing.
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Author:
innominatethinker (
Offline) - Published: August 6th, 2019 17:54
- Category: Sad
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This is a very good piece. It reminds of one I just wrote called "panic!" about the obvious, panic attacks, and I get the consuming fear, worry, etc you are talking about. I like that you added that you rise from this. 🙂
Emotive write with a positive end, rise into your world, it is wonderful.
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