The Panic Attack
my shadow conceals my pain
my shadow is witty not vain
the panic i feel when it rains
the self determinations drains
without light only night
a darkened blanket so warm and tight
the dread becomes more real
i don't care what i see only what i feel
i'm shaking and my hands are wet
i know better but i still feel fret
because i know i'm trapped in this net
why can't i be numb and not feel
as long as i am my panic is real
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2011
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