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Panic

Head a war zone filled with gun fire and smoke. Any thoughts that made sense are shot down, wounded and bleeding. Screaming and crying rings through my ears. Breathe quick, waiting for it to stop completely. Why wont the fighting just stop already? Why wont everything just end. Fire at will, fire at my thoughts, just make it stop, make it stop. Press your hands on my open wounds, stop the bleeding, just for a moment. Let me win, just let me win. "Just keep breathing." How can I breathe when your hands are around my neck? I'll count out every bomb that goes off inside my mind, I'll watch as each idea I'd obliterated. All I can do is wait for it to stop.

written 5/12/24