Panic On a Bus
pressure increases
my flesh becomes repulsed by touch
my hearts throws itself against my chest
cant fix it
people began to stare too much
I stand to exit
panic digs in
it sets its pace
signs of sin of my hands
fear shows on my face
the door is too far
head spins without rest
on the inside I shout
without logical reason
and full of doubt
I scream swing and run
his body drops
bus stops
get out!
run !
cops!
Copyright © Bias Fields | Year Posted 2011
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