Trapped in terror

Poetry

My heart beats at million beats per minute.
Maybe it’s a total exaggeration,
But this is how I feel,
My heart racing out of control,
And I’m choking on the very air we breath.
I gasp, and try to catch a breath,
But all air does is suffocate.
I hold myself tight and rock myself,
“Everything will be fine,” I lie.
As tears run down my face,
And icy chills creep in,
I pray this feeling fades away,
But it’s one thing that never goes.
It’s one thing that stays familiar,
In this ever-changing world.

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Not fine…

Poetry

I haven’t been reading your blogs,
Nor have I been writing my daily logs.
I’m sorry for not replying,
Doesn’t mean, I’m not appreciating.

 
Before you start to worry,
I’m perfectly fit and healthy.
Yet, I haven’t been feeling fine,
Unknown emotions wrecking my mind.


I can’t sleep well at night,
Days I sleep, I can count on my hand.
Unable to embrace the beautiful bright,
I’m stuck in a sad, scary land.

 
I don’t know when I shall be back,
Energy to communicate, I lack.
But I shall try to keep up my daily writings,
To let out the thoughts that’s haunting.

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