It starts out like any day,
It always does,
But then the monster strikes.
His attacks seem powerless
Unless you're the target.
My lungs tighten,
It feels as if a thousand pounds
Have been placed upon them.
My heart drops,
The feeling of endlessly falling begins.
Sweat begins to drip down my forehead,
The room suddenly feels a hundred degrees.
Yet, when the monster leaves,
The effects are left behind.
It is not until later
That I am free once more.
~JessTheWolf 🐺
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Mixed Feelings: A Collection of Poems
PoesíaI'm not real good at poetry, so go easy on me. All poems posted in here are mine, so please don't steal them. You can borrow them if you'd like, just make sure you give me credit. I hope you enjoy these probably awful poems ^~^; The cover is also mi...
