Fighting back the pain
starts in my stomach
moves to my heart,
then ends in my brain.
I don't mean to go fast.
Waiting brings me panic.
I'd rather speed things up
then be tossed in a manic, state
of mind.
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Poem Junk Book
PoetryJust shit my brain needs to write :,) Some could be in the POV as a certain character Some might have cuss words Some could even be inspired by random music. I do not know. This is mostly just my brain ranting to itself. Woah. Thats literally what...
