Fear Is Draining
Swallowed fear down my throat
In the whirlpool of my stomach
Striking lighting in my chest
Sending earthquakes along my skin
Hair stands on end. Alert.
Fear.
Draining.
Fears a draining thing.
A fight for my sanity against evil that doesnt exist.
Labored breath fills the room
That slams into darkness
I.cant.breathe.
A stale room filled with the scent of my own tears and sweat.
Is this what dying is?
Am i dying?
Living?
Im living each day with another panic attack
in my mind,
im breaking.
I cant stop shaking
I just wanna go home
To simpler times
Wanna rewind
A place where everyday isnt dark
But instead light is shining
Where i wake up in the morning without
Fear.
Fear.
Fear is draining
Copyright © Lillian Storer | Year Posted 2020
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