Dead as the tree that withers outside of my window,
Thoughts that race, as the rain slams down,
Eyes scorched like the blaze from a fire,
yet the tear drops do fall,
desperate to escape,
This thing inside of me, that no one understands,
The way my veins tingle to my finger tips,
cant catch my breath,
can't stand, dont wanna sit,
heart pounds vigorously as if to blow,
shaking like the strike of thunder that tumbles down from the ever lasting sky,
everything is ok,
everything isn't ok at all,
thoughts tell me things, no one seems to hear,
panic stricken,
this feeling I feel,
cant be right!
8/7/2019
©appyd
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