Throat dries
Pulse quickens
One thought
Over and over
"Gotta get away."
Vision tunnels
Lungs tighten
One thought
Over and over
"I'm trapped."
Eyes tear
Legs run
One thought
Over and over
"I can't!"
Muscles burn
Head aches
One thought
Over and over
"Somebody, help..."
Thoughts suffocate
Breathing intensifies
One thought
Over and over
"Anybody, please."
Knees buckle
Body falls
One thought
Over and over
"I'm gonna die."
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Whispers of the Wounded
Poetry//Poetry written by the pained// I keep thinking That if I keep whispering These terrible thoughts to this wind Maybe I'd see the meaning in something again //Cover by the amazing @anixkuh//
