Nerves
Tied into hopeless balls of yawn
Within the cramped pits of my stomach
And it is dancing a waltz; wild and free
And it makes me laugh, but not in a good way
Because all I can feel is
Panic
It drowns me in its power
As it screams within my ears, like a wild thing
Whose boundaries knew no limit
And I can't breathe...
let me go.
A/N: A piece from three years ago back when I was still schooling. *sighs* How time has passed...
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