The ugly frantic sounds of me gasping fills the room
It grips me in its careless hands once again
The gasping rips through my throat
The slightest tilt of the head back
In the futile efforts to hold my weakness at bay
The burning need to let it spill down my quivering cheek
My leg begins to quake
As the tempo of my tapping foot increases
No, not again
Shaking fingertips run over old scars
I can't do this again
Anything but this
Just not again
As I begin to fill my heart take off
The sound thundering in my skull
It's begun
I have no choice but to ride this wave out
I have no choice but to let it consume me
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My darkness
PoetryThis is poems about what's going on with me and what might other people are feeling as well
