The shadows surround me,
I have become their prey.
My heart starts racing,
I have no clue why.
Impulsive decisions consume,
Every thought I dare make.
Too tired to sleep,
Any my dreams gone bad,
How long before,
I crack at last?
I have become their prey.
My heart starts racing,
I have no clue why.
Impulsive decisions consume,
Every thought I dare make.
Too tired to sleep,
Any my dreams gone bad,
How long before,
I crack at last?
This is written beautifully, so sad though :(
ReplyDeleteSad
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Wow. I really love this poem, albeit sad. I can relate to some of the aspects in this, as well. This is a sad poem, but I love the details and descriptions that contribute to the fast (sort of) pace and overall mood.
ReplyDeleteI love this! I love how it seems to have fear swallowing up the reader. This poem is a combination of kylyn and Mark (for those who don't know who those people are, they're two characters in my book)
ReplyDeleteI love this,Mark. :) Great job.
ReplyDeleteAs someone who has had trouble with anxiety, this is actually a pretty accurate description of what it's like.
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