The space gets smaller and smaller
Beads of sweat form
I wish I could get taller and taller
The needed space gets torn
My breathing is hitched
The booming noise is back
Body heat all around me
Nauseous feelings of black
I'm trapped and gone
Gone from my safe haven
I return from the black
I am now craven
Why cant I leave?
Just get up and out
But I'm stuck here
Stuck in the same horrible route
I leave in a hurry
The panic is gone and deformed
The feelings of slime and worry
I feel free in its usual form
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The Bad Poet
PoésieThus, my collection of poems. Please read or take a look I promise my book is not empty My life is already shook I put my feelings all out there All open and out for you! Yet you could look at my description and go back to doing what you do Just a...
