Lost. Drowning.
That panicked feeling.
Again strikes.
Chides. Derides.
I want to be fearless.
Of obstacles dauntless.
But I foresee a fall
Free. Deep. I am appalled.
I know. I believe.
I can overcome any tragedy.
But I still feel choked.
I still have no faith in hope.
A curse: This panic.
Makes me manic.
I feel so frantic
Beating myself with my hopeless stick.
- Written on 19 April 2016.
- Self-explanatory. Most times I choke, never my true fear do I know.
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