The word that will be forever frightening inside
It collides within my soul
Creating a burning sensation,
That when I speak.
My lungs and throat collapse
Letting the process of an anxiety attack form
Challenges...I think the fuck not!
Excuse my language.
But I think the fuck not!
That's a rollercoaster I don't want to be on
A ride I avoid at all costs
A price that is too much to pay
It's that little kid in me at the school play who knows her part but sees a crowd and darts off... panting....and panting.... without a doubt
She blacks out with a tight chest
Challenges...I think the fuck not
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Author:
TruMisfit (
Offline) - Published: March 5th, 2017 19:37
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Comments1
I have read you posted work you do have a style of your own and write truth from your heart and that makes for good poetry. Write on ww
Thanks
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