Stop the Panic

Fear closing in

all around me

trapping me in a box

 

The world keeps spinning though

keeps on spinning

I can't stop

yet I can't keep up either.

Everything's wrong...

Everything is so wrong.

A storm

a storm is coming.

I don't know where

I don't know when

But it is coming.

The fear the apprehension.

It's all too much.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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