Poetic Disorder

Disorder Creation

You filled my mind at dawn,
The same time I was supposed to be having a break through.
Instead, through your vivid pictures
I was left broken.
You suffocated me,
It was like there was no more air left in the world.
I gasped and I panicked,
I yelled and I screamed.
My knees fell to the ground,
And then I knew this was the end of me.
Just lying there, waiting for death to come for me.
But it didn't, instead it left me with...
A poetic disorder
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