Panic
1 min readApr 4, 2020
this repetitive disastrous melody
swaying in my mind’s amphitheater
nothing seems to make it all sweeter
even your lavish touch becomes dreary.
Panic, softly settles in
my nerves boil like an unsettling volcano
my insides beget a strong tornado
from the outside storms, savagely twisting
closing my eyes, I try to pray
I even force happy images in my brain
alas, countless daydreams did not sway
this sensation of endless melancholic rain.
the tears, finally, stream down my face
as an indication of my body’s unbearable state
I’ve accepted next hour’s fate
hoping to break through peace’s welcoming gate.
