Stop the Panic
Fear closing in
all around me
trapping me in a box
The world keeps spinning though
keeps on spinning
I can't stop
yet I can't keep up either.
Everything's wrong...
Everything is so wrong.
A storm
a storm is coming.
I don't know where
I don't know when
But it is coming.
The fear the apprehension.
It's all too much.
This poem is about:
Me