Panic
It comes on slowly,
I can feel it,
Growing in intensity,
It will not quit
Wave after wave,
Feelings of doom,
A brush with darkness,
Made Shadows loom
Fifteen years,
This evil has stayed,
Wasting the life,
No mercy displayed
Drinking helps
But it comes back worse
Whatever I do,
Deepens the curse,
Will it ever leave?
Who can say?
But Until then
I can only pray
JEV
Copyright © Jim Vandevelde | Year Posted 2021
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