I think so I don't panic
I talk so I don't think
I fidget so I don't talk
I move so I don't fidget
I breathe so I don't move
and breathe and breathe and breathe
until I feel like me again
but it only lasts for a damn second
before the exhausting circle tightens
around my neck
YOU ARE READING
poems from the darkroom
PoetryI can't always say how I feel, but collecting poems from the corners of my brain and the millions of half-full notebooks makes me feel a little better. I hope you can relate to them, or at least be distracted from life for a moment :)
