Hearts beating fast,
Palms sweaty,
Throat clogged and choked.
Knee shakes and my hand trembles.
If only I could breathe.
I'm running home now,
My mind is not at ease,
Running faster than my mind racing.
Feeling like my legs are filled with lead.
Each step heavier,
And I'm pacing back and forth.
My mind is racing.
Each step and I can feign.
Feigning for an escape,
I wake,
It was all just a dream.
Sheets soaked in sweat,
Like I was running in my sleep.
Breath still hitches.
Palms sweaty,
I wish that I could breathe.
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What She Wanted To Say.
PoetryShe didn't give them much choice, as to what she did with herself. She didn't say too much, so that she wouldn't give herself away. She didn't speak so she was never heard. She didn't speak so she was always hurt. She didn't speak, her words choked...
