The Battle
All I can hear is my breath,
Feeling the touch of death.
I ran as fast as I could,
My head was covered by a hood.
I burst into the nurse’s room,
Now feeling as if I’m in a tomb.
“Are you ok?”
I leaned against the doorway,
so I muttered something she couldn’t hear,
“you will have to speak up dear.”
“I think I’m having a panic attack.”
Suddenly all I can see is black,
I fall to the ground
I know I hit the floor but I heard no sound.
My hands clenched shut,
Unable to get them unstuck.
Not wanting to retreat,
I dig in my feet.
I sit and wait,
And call this battle a stalemate.
Copyright © Brennan Gunster | Year Posted 2016
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