Crowded
Just breathe in slowly,
let the panic pass.
Too many people,
each with their
words and thoughts.
Too much movement,
head starts to spin
and chest gets tight.
All you can think
is 'run' but you're
frozen to the spot.
It's far too
crowded here.
Copyright © Karlin K. Jensen | Year Posted 2012
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