panic feels like being squeezed
your life constricted
with an implosion imminent
help seems distant
elusive
existence questioned
panic feels like being squeezed
your life constricted
with an implosion imminent
help seems distant
elusive
existence questioned
Reading this, I easily got caught up in the unease and dread. The last two lines are a place I’ve felt myself in many times as I’m sure many others as well.
i feel it
a beautiful wreckage of thoughts,
twisted. aligned however they
want- a storm, it’s always been
like this. ‘something’s going to happen
and it’s going to be soon.’ i remember
saying to her. and it did. and it was soon.
and things changed, not for the good.
but this one, this one’s different.
this one’s going to last a long, long while,
and it’s going to change the boundaries
of permissions far beyond my simple sight.
-M. Taggart